By Reggie Guerrero
As I sit singing the blues while I’m sitting, shining shoes But as I look as the rich man proceeds to be mean Thinking, oh nothing can touch me.
But as he rises to pay me so cheaply,
Turning to go strolling down the street,
Thinking very inconsiderably also very unsociably,
He’s acting as he’s on the top of the line,
Able to do as he desires no matter if it causes fire
As he walks by, the flames just grow higher, stronger and broader As I watch him leave very stupid and rudely
As he walks, popping his collar,
Thinking he’s all that, I just keep quiet
And turn back to my shoe pack.