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Radio Station - Don Mclean


  • American Pie
  • Vincent
  • And I Love You So
  • Empty Chairs
  • Castles In The Air
  • Till Tomorrow
  • Winterwood
  • Crying
  • Crossroads
  • Babylon
  • Everybody Loves Me, Baby
  • Sister Fatima
  • The Grave
  • Wonderful Baby
  • If We Try
  • Everyday
  • Dreidel
  • Vincent (Starry Starry Night)
  • Vincent (Starry, Starry Night)
  • Since I Don't Have You
  • Respectable
  • American Pie (Full Length Version)
  • Mountains O'Mourne
  • American Pie, Part I
  • It's Just The Sun
  • The Birthday Song
  • Tapestry
  • Mountains of Mourne
  • La La I Love You
  • Birthday Song
  • La La Love You
  • Winter Has Me In Its Grip
  • Going for the Gold
  • Prime Time
  • General Store
  • Mother Nature
  • Fools Paradise
  • Magdalene Lane
  • Homeless Brother
  • Fool's Paradise
  • American Pie - L'Tric Remix
  • American Pie, Pt. 1
  • Crying In The Chapel
  • Orphans Of Wealth
  • Sunshine Life For Me (Sail Away Raymond)
  • American Pie - Pt. 1
  • Bye Bye Miss American Pie
  • Jerusalem
  • American Pie (Part 1)
  • He's Got You

Was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night
I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight
It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night
Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight

So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go
Down in some hidden valley where their sorrows cannot show
Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go
There's freedom when you're walking, even though you're walking slow

Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend

It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo
But living's so much harder where the heartless people go
Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know
That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo

And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill
And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill
And they envy him, the sunshine and they pity him, the chill
And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill

Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend

Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child
Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild
But somewhere's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while
You'll find the broken hearted when you're traveling jungle style

Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men
Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again
Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage
Where madmen don't pretend
Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end

Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend

The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night
The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light
The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight
There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight

And you who live on promises and prosper as you please
Well, the victim of our riches often dies of our disease
He can't hear the factory whistle
Just the lonesome freight trains wheeze
He's living on good fortune, he ain't dying on his knees

Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can
That homeless brother is my friend
That homeless brother is my friend
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