Words and Music By Sam Creigh
Sam Says: This song is about a homeless man I used to see, often passed out in a doorway, around Hollywood Boulevard in the early '80's. This cat used to get some kind of fucked up. I talked to him a few times when he asked for spare change. Turns out he was a living casualty of the War In Vietnam. Sadly, there were many other war vets just like him here in the States. This song is for them.
Hey old geezer, how ya been?
Looks like you could use a friend
Why do you prowl in the night?
Have you unpardonably sinned?
What are those secrets that you hide,
As you ride your whiskey wind?
Vacant doorways for your bed
Rot-gut bourbon numbs your head
Is that a dream behind those eyes,
Or a nightmare without end?
How do you wake each day and rise,
To ride again this whiskey wind?
Beggin' spare change--parasite
Sent off to war--brought home the fight
Is there no hope that you can grasp--
No place of peace where you could mend?
Where can this twisted hell-path lead,
Ridin' on a whiskey wind?
Lead Vocal and Guitar: Sam Creigh
Percussion: Bryce Chicoine
Guitars: Tom Kusian
Background Vocals: Linda Allen