Maybe he's preaching
Maybe he's rapping
But good Lord I wish it wasn't happening
Outside my window in the early morning
Shouting at no one
Giving no warning
And it's N-word this
And Mother-F that
His words come out an angry rat-a-tat-tat
He's out walkin' on the Homeless Highway
Here in my town it's the Seventh Alley byway
He doesn't care if he bothers anyone else
He's one of many who come through each day
Loaded with possessions on their unknown way
Some are in Heaven
But more of them are in Hell
It easy to tell
It's so easy to tell
He may be stoned or he may be high
He isn't looking for an alibi
Just when you think he's through
He starts up again
Returning to that same refrain
And it's N-word this
And Mother-F that
His words come out an angry rat-a-tat-tat
He's out walkin' on the Homeless Highway
Here in my town it's the Seventh Alley byway
He doesn't care if he bothers anyone else
He's one of many who come through each day
Loaded with possessions on their unknown way
Some are in Heaven
But more of them are in Hell
It easy to tell
It's so easy to tell
And now he's left to go who who knows where
Most folks act like they don't really care
Though he may be crazy and his words are wild
Try to remember he is some mother's child
And it's N-word this
And Mother-F that
His words come out an angry rat-a-tat-tat
He's out walkin' on the Homeless Highway
Here in my town it's the Seventh Alley byway
He doesn't care if he bothers anyone else
He's one of many who come through each day
Loaded with possessions on their unknown way
Some are in Heaven
But more of them are in Hell
It easy to tell
It's so easy to tell