Malcolm Holcombe Left Alone (feat. Iris Dement)
He was a Viet Nam veteran, a killing machine
Made it back alive without a scrape of mean
Good friend of mine, reckon thirty-five years
Not one cross word looking eye to eye
Now you don't know better
Strung out in the cold
And you don't know better
When you got no home
Now you don't know better
When you're left alone to die
She was as pretty as a picture, did little harm
Another burned out night, we were doing wrong
Never hugged and kissed 'er, but her heart beat strong
Another burned out night, we were doing wrong
Now you don't know better
Strung out in the cold
And you don't know better
When you got no home
Now you don't know better
When you're left alone to die
Upside down at the bottom of the steps
In a pool of blood ain't nobody left
Just me and Drew and a New York cop
Working on change and the falling out
Now you don't know better
Strung out in the cold
And you don't know better
When you got no home
Now you don't know better
When you're left alone to die
I see pictures every day in the headline news
And I cuss and pray at the world and the blues
And I mow the yard and I go out to eat
Still I'm able to work but I just can't feel
And I don't know better
Strung out in the cold
And I don't know better
But I got a home
And I don't know better
When i leave you alone to die
