Homeless Man - Blue Highway

They called him Skeet, his name was Bill

Corporal William Howard Campbell

They never knew and never will

He did his time with the 101

They took a simple country boy

And taught him how to use a gun

After four long years in service

Two tours in Vietnam

The country that he served so well

Doesn’t seem to give a damn

That he’s a homeless man

He has a son, lives in L. A

He hasn’t spoke to him in twenty years

He just don’t know what to say

He had a loving wife, she was his right hand

Till the nightmares and the memories

Became more that she could stand

Now he has everything he owns

In a worn-out shopping cart

He’s never begged for anything

He just doesn’t have the heart

He’s just a homeless man

Now in this land of plenty

Where so many have it all

He sleeps in an alley half a block from city hall

They found him there one cold November night

Though he’d won so many battles

This time he’d lost the fight

No one seemed to care that he was gone

They laid him in a pauper’s grave

With a tiny little stone

As a young man and his mother

Sat alone and cried

Holding the Silver Star medallion

Someone found there by his side

He was a homeless man

He was just a homeless man