Bag Lady Blues
I woke up this mornin’
my sleeping grate cold
I woke up this mornin’
feeling so old
kids don want gramma
around any more
kids don want gramma
to come in the door
lonely so cold and so wet
my shopping cart lost
I try to forget
how I got here
I is so numb
got no more fear
my blankets got frost
the dumpster is locked
I is so hungry nothing to eat
The dumpster is locked
oh lord just give me some heat
my husband a gambling man
he didn’t bring nothing home
my husband a gambling man
trouble follow like a broken comb
no teeth no use and always alone
the kids they got out
forget about me
the ones I had carried
and sat on my knee
don care to remember
I set them free
© 2007 Sandy Vrooman
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