Joseph Parsons - King Of Baltimore lyrics

rate me

I was born a vagabond man

I roam from town to town I am

Poor as the dirt upon your floor

But rich as the king of Baltimore

Girl, I want to be free

Free to dream any way I please

I am a vagabond man

You´ve got gypsy´s, beaggars and one eyed men

Scoundrel kings as presidents

Some have money some have fame

Those that are left to blame

I don´t bite and rarley curse

Loved so hard I nearly burst

Petrified I´m dying of thirst

Can´t find hope in a limousine hearse

Drag me over to the other side

I´d rather be dead than buiered alive

In a world that cares nothing of it´s own

I´d stand here naked in a bag of bones