(Nanci Griffith)



I once was a lot like you

We share a dream

I couldn't make come true

I was a child who wrote my name

Across a frosted window pane



And there are jobs that I might hold

If they'd just let me through the door

Without a shower and new clothes

That I can ill afford



Chorus

Can you spare the time?

Can you spare a dime?

Can you look me in the eye?

I'm down'n'out

And I am lonely

Do you ever think of me on Sunday?

No, I don't live across the water

Hey, I live right here on this corner

Just a bank account away from America



I won't hurt your family

I don't want a house there on your street

And I know that you think that I'm

As lazy as a hobo's sigh

Now, you call me down'n'outer

If there's a way out

I've not found 'er

I only want to earn my piece of America



Chorus



I'm just a bank account away from America