Show JUST FOLKS tJUi 1 GUST THE TIlE BEGGAR They mark me by the coat I I wear and never glimpse my dreams They never seem to see the pain beneath these ragged seams scams Fm rm just another man to them who pass along the way Who may have had a business once but failed to make it pay They see the grime upon my face my features drawn and thin But not the thoughts that fill my brain when night comes sweeping in Sometimes they hear the words I say and give a dime to me But that great hope 1 pe I Im I'm in cherishing I know they never see aee They pass me by with just a glance upon my shabby dress I think they've seen too many men who've made of life Ute a mess And so they the treat tret l us all aU al alike and never stop to think That some of us are slaves to fate and not the slaves to drink They never see the throttled pride that lumps my aching throat They only see my cold blue hand my thin and tottered tattered coat cont With yes or no uno they pass PaiS pa mo rue by and nothing nothing noth noth- ing I can say sayes k es them how q i is ft-is beggars play j v v. v or oJ I J |