SPARE A DIME? ©2017 R. Brutsché - He was folding his clothes on the sidewalk
Sorting his socks on the curb
Humming a tune from the Summer of Love, not
Meaning at all to disturb, when the
Officer came up behind him, the property manager too, as they
Led him away, I was hearing him say
These words I’m sharing with you
Well, hello, Officer, how are you, you’re all dressed up in blue, when I
Washed your floors and I fought your wars, I wore a uniform too
I used to hold the hotel door for you, now I’m holding a sign
I was the one who shined your shoes—brother, can you spare a dime?
It oughta be a dollar by now, maybe five or ten
They use the word inflation now, ’cause robbery is a sin
But hey, think about it, poverty ain’t no crime, I need a
Place to be, but nothin’s free—brother can you spare a dime?
Well, if the future’s growing, we oughta all have more
The only thing that’s growin’ is the gap between the
Fat cats and the poor
America, remember, remember the time when I
Did your chores and I fought your wars—brother, can you spare a dime?