Lyrics:

Well, I know how it feels to be ripped from my roots And tossed into a world unbending. Not long ago I was bitten by the truth Some folks spend their whole life pretending. Now I start each mornin' with the sunlight by my side Find another highway, hitch another ride And I use this six-string like an archer wields his bow I believe when the arrow finds its mark It pierces the soul. (Chorus) Three songs for a quarter each time I open my case Four chords and the voice of a good man fallen from grace No pity for me mister, I'm proud to be a drifter A long shot from bein' a star You know, the times ain't been easy For me and my Homeless Guitar. Now I know how it feels to be judged in a glance Stripped of your pride and your passion. I only know that the rivers of the soul Run deeper than birthright or fashion. I see you look me over, feel the weight of your stare I'm sendin' you a message but you act like you don't care. I see a ripple, a crack in your facade You know, it really don't matter who you think you are We're the same under God. (2nd Chorus) (Bridge) I thank the Lord above for the gift He's given me I'm richer than most men Got a friend in my six-string In a world where trust ain't got no guarantee If you ain't got a penny Gonna sing you this song for free, yeah. (refrain) Oh, I use these six-strings like an archer wields his bow I believe when the arrow finds its mark It pierces the soul. (3rd Chorus)