The Moonshine Man

I am the crazy man                                                   

Folk see me in the park                                           

And on the street corner

There’s a load on my back              

But there's none can see it                                      

As I sit on the bench                                     

Who will sit by my side?                                          

I am the crazy man                                                   

I have no sense they say

The little children stop

And then they stare at me

Or giggle nervously

"There is the moonshine man"

Because they think I have

A bottle in my bag

I have no sense they say

I have a chequered past

My body wanders by day

Like the chattering birds

I sleep now on that bench

My mind wanders by night

And often wake in fright

Watched by the hooting owl

I have a chequered past

I am the crazy man

For now I am alone

My clothes are soiled and worn

Just who knows what I am?

I have no wife or home

My child, he knows me not

Because of that bottle

I am the crazy man