Come the daybreak just another day
In the life of the beggar man
Trying hard to get out of it Get about a bit. See that great
Big world he’s read about
But never seen
When the times comes
The times for moving on In the mind of a beggar man
All the places he’s got to go Why he doesn’t know
They just come to mind, one by one
Like the bullets from a magazine
He walks away
To dream about the day
When he could say
Goodbye and close the door
On Yesterday
A beggar man no more
When the night ends another day
In the life of the beggar man
He tried hard to get out of it Get about a bit
See that great big world he read about
In the pages of the maga]ine
That keeps him warm
Through the hours when he sleeps
To dream about the day
When he could say
Goodbye and close the door
On Yesterday
A beggar man no more.