Wood And Steel

On my back

There is no sack

But a piece of wood and steel

I have no home

No place to go

But yet I dont beg or steal

I find a seat

Upon the concrete

And hear a tune I know

I strum a chord

As I'm bored

And put on a little show

As people walk by

They drop me a dime

For they like the way I sing

But when I'm done 

They all are gone

Except one man in golden bling

He said look here son

I'm Dom McDunn

And I would like to make a deal

And from that day

It pays to play

That old piece of wood and steal