Joseph Parsons King Of Baltimore
I was born a vagabond man
I roam from town to town I am
Poor as the dirt upon your floor
But rich as the king of Baltimore
Girl, I want to be free
Free to dream any way I please
I am a vagabond man
You´ve got gypsy´s, beaggars and one eyed men
Scoundrel kings as presidents
Some have money some have fame
Those that are left to blame
I don´t bite and rarley curse
Loved so hard I nearly burst
Petrified I´m dying of thirst
Can´t find hope in a limousine hearse
Drag me over to the other side
I´d rather be dead than buiered alive
In a world that cares nothing of it´s own
I´d stand here naked in a bag of bones
