Hey, sit with me, talk with me a while
I could use almost any excuse to make me smile
You see, I had a girl, but now she's gone
And I had a band, but now all of them are gone
And I had a van, but everything inside of it is all gone
I guess I was living a life, but the spirits thought it was wrong
Now I don't have nothing at all, I live in the barrio
And I walk along with a dog I don't even know
And through somebody's window I hear a loud stereo
Now I've found a home here, in the barrio
Yeah, hey-hey, yeah
You can talk about the homeless, well, usually the men become bums
Like to hang around gas stations bumming nickels and dimes
They're just biding they're time in wine
The girls usually become whores, they feel it's all that they're good for
They hang around motel signs and they're selling time
I wish I was in the market
Now I stroll around my new neighborhood, in the barrio
And I walk along with some dirty dog I don't even know
In every window there seems to be a blaster or a stereo
And I walk along, I don't care where I go (care where I go)
Hammers and nails
I wouldn't blame them as she sadly shivers herself away
That old map she has still works
She just needs to admit she knows where she lost it
Where she lost it
Where she lost it
Quiet
I had a good girl
I swore she was a saint
We painted the whole town red
'Til we run out of paint
I had a good band
I had a good band
Through the barrio
I walk
I don't know where I'll go
I won't talk
To anybody I know
I just walk
Through the barrio
