Water to my lips I beg of you
Food and shelter and I'll sing to you
For a long time I've not spoken
My crown of thorns is aching
My violin is broken
My heart of stone is sinking

Brother, can you spare a dime
for a lonesome beggar out of rhymes
it's cold out and my time's at hand
I've lived a stranger in a strange land

Spare me, warm my bones and tear these ragged clothes
I've roamed this wasteland since when god only knows [bad word] s all I'm needing
I'm scorned and [bad word] and hated
On bended knee I'm pleading
My tired eyes are faded

Brother, can you spare a dime
for a lonesome beggar out of rhymes
it's cold out and my time's at hand
I've lived a stranger in a strange land