The Story of the life of a street person I know
performing songs that we all have heard and enjoyed.
Hi I am a singer songwriter from Sydney Nova Scotia.I live on the beautiful Island of Cape Breton.For those of you who don't know where this is, It is on the east coast of Canada. I enjoy many styles of music from country to pop Celtic to folk.Mostly I play on my own for various events within my community.but I have been fortunate to share the stage with some of cape Bretons favorite performers such as Bobby Lewis (Carlton Show Band) , The Back In Time band with Joe Rankin.and many others. I have performed on stage at the Savoy theater and on Stage at Centre 200 ,The Louisburge Playhouse and many other venues throughout Cape Breton. I play many songs from the sixties and the seventies and enjoy also playing my own material http://www.facebook.com/leestewart
Story behind the song
Not to far away from where I live on the main street that passes through, there is a man who hangs on the corner where he begs for money and also from time to time sleeps in the door way of what use to be a bank. I have known this man a long time and at on time he had been a sucessful business man. But now his time is spent begging for money to support his Alcohol and Drug addiction.
Lyrics
The Story of the Vagabond
I live here on these city streets,
Where I play my old guitar,
Play for those who pass me by,
My three song repertoire,
Something old, something new,
Something they never heard,
They pass me by and never say a word,
In my hand me down ragged shirt,
And tattered pair of pants,
I live here not by choice,
But by circumstance,
My old guitar my pillow,
Within my cardboard home,
A shopping cart my moving van,
When I feel the need to roam.
Now for pennies and nickels, (Chorus)
They throw at my feet,
I play for them my melodies,
Here on these city streets,
Where the neon in the night sky,
Are the flood lights that I crave?
Where the moon is my spotlight upon the world stage,
Yes I play for them my melodies,
And I sing for them my songs,
But they never stop nor say a word,
To them I’m just a vagabond.
Now once I was somebody, with money and respect,
But you can tell I’m not today simply by the way I’m dressed,
I once played Nashville and the Grand Old Opre,
But that was another lifetime for me.
Now the whisky is my demon,
And the demon’s got my soul,
And the hold that it has on me,
Will never let me go,
So I stay on these city streets,
Playing my melodies and songs,
The people pass me by, because
To them…… I’m just a vagabond
