STEEMIT OPEN MIC WEEK 77- I Was a Good Man (ORIGINAL)

Hey Everybody. I'm finally back for some more Open Mic action. I woke up yesterday and started writing this song about a homeless veteran who's story really hit me right in the feels. I'm not sure why I woke up thinking about him, but I had the overwhelming urge to pick up my guitar and start telling his story.

Something about this song really takes me to another place literally. It feels like my body falls asleep when I play this song. When I stop playing this and open my eyes my entire body tingles all over and I feel much lighter. Definitely feels like a trance state. It was hard not to get choked up while recording this.

Lyrics

Verse

Hey there Stranger
I hope you're well today
I'm not sure why you'd want to hear my story

But here are some crumbs
That I've been saving all week
And I'll share my story with you if you'll share this meal with me

I've been beggin'
Been beggin' for a change
To get me a meal, to get me up out of the rain

Chorus Like Thing

The man you see before you today
Is just the shell of a man long since passed away
away, away

Verse

I was a good man
Worked my fingers to the bone
To provide for my wife and our child in our happy home

But my wife hung herself in grief
When our boy died in the war
Oh and she blamed it all on me
Said she couldn't take anymore
Of it all in her face
When she looked at my face
And now they're gone

Chorus Like Thing 2

Now they're gone
And I found Hell
Please take me back to the war and let me die there
Let me die there
This was my first thought
My first thought, My first thought

Verse

When I was a boy
Just the age 13
I had myself one of those naive dreams
That we were one
We were one

But they turned me into a killing machine
And I led my boy to war out of his respect for me
And now he's gone, now he's gone

Well they sell the boys to war out of patriotic destiny
And when they come back if they come back at all ain't much left to see
Oh oh no

I been begging
Begging for change
Just not the kind you think
It's the kind where things ain't the same
Oh not the same

I been begging
Begging for change
Just not the kind you think
It's the kind where things ain't the same
Oh not the same

I was a good man
Worked my fingers to the bone
To provide for my wife and our child in our happy home

But my wife hung herself in grief
When our boy died in the war
Oh and she blamed it all on me
Said she couldn't take anymore
Of it all in her face
When she looked at my face
And now they're gone