Just laying on the bench
Newspaper on my head
People passing by
Thinking that I’m dead

I’ve got unwashed matted hair
and holes in my shoes
I’ve got nowhere to go and
nothing to do

But that’s alright because I’m stoned.
But that’s alright because I’m stoned.

A cop comes along and says I gotta move
The music in my head makes me start to groove
I haven’t washed in days
I’m really smelling bad
I think of all the happy people
and it makes me sad.

I’ve got nowhere to live
and no one to love
No one wants me
Cause I’m looking too damn rough

I got scars on my hands
and blisters on my feet
From playing my guitar and
wandering round the streets

But that’s alright because I’m stoned.
But that’s alright because I’m stoned.

Say buddy can you spare another fix
I’m out here on the streets
just trying to learn some licks.

I’m facing five to ten for the bad things I’ve done
trying to get a break in war that can’t be won.

I’m looking in the mirror and I
see a stranger’s face
I don’t know where I’m going
But I wind up in the same place

But that’s alright because I’m stoned.
But that’s alright because I’m stoned.