Story Behind the Song
A song inspired by a handless guitar playing bum and a homeless chick in Ottawa, the chick was begging for money.
Lyrics
Dirty Man, Why do you roam
The sidewalks of the city
Are you without a home?
Dirty man, life in the city, passes you by
Grey old man, life’s passing you by
Hat in hand, sidewalk man
Your eyes are so cold
We pass you by, dirty man
Turning our backs to the poor
Your bitter lips are broken, look broken and torn
(Sitting down, sidewalk man), you try to live on
You beg for our money, we quickly walk by
Dirty man, understand, you sicken our eyes
But lonely man, homeless man, who’s really dirty inside
We walk down the streets and turn a blind eye
To the poor ones around us, we’re dirty inside
dirty man, sidewalk man, what do we know
we’re dirtier dirty man, with our selfish souls
Forgive us all sidewalk man, we’ll soon be gone
Leaving you on the streetside, hungry and cold
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