I walk around town, ain’t got no car
Just the clothes on my back
And my battered old guitar.
I play on my own now,
Ain’t got me no band
And I throw down my cap
Where the statue once stood,
At the base of the stand

And there’s ripples out on the water
And there’s doubt in the air;
You know, I might be a pauper
But I’m still debonair

It’s a blustery day
But the answers aren’t blowing
Just loads of old paper
Yesterday’s discarded news.
I sing a range of songs for you now
But it’s mainly the blues
About love and betrayal
You know I don’t care
If you think I’m no good

And there’s ripples out on the water
And there’s doubt in the air;
You know, I might be a pauper
But I’m still debonair

Another day, another song
Where did it all go wrong
Things have never been the same
Since you’ve been gone
I spend all my times on the street now
One doorway to the next
And I still remember your hand on my shoulder
Your kiss on my lips

And there’s ripples out on the water
And there’s doubt in the air;
You know, I might be a pauper
But I’m still debonair