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written by Richard Ruane, copyright Okey Dokey Folkie Music (BMI)
Traveling
‘round on my own, playing
on the streets with my mandolin. Stopped
in a park to write someone, looked
up, I was surrounded by seven men. And
one of them told me they needed money, and
asked me for spare change. I
gave him some coins that I had made. He
looked in his hand, said, “I'm afraid, well,
it's not enough.” One
man sat beside me, put his hand upon my pack. Three
more came behind me, one leaned against my back. Another
squatted by me, and peered into my face, while
the leader looked around for passersby. And
I looked that man in the eye, with
his friends all crowded in. I
thought I might yet get away, if
I left my pack but took my mandolin. I
told him I didn't have much money. Was
playing on the streets for change. I
gave him more coins, said that's all I can spare. He
looked in his hand and we waited there, then
they went away. And
I thought of what I had gained, left
to go on just the same, all
for a handful of coins.
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