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Marty Lowman: Music

Twenty Dollars

(Marty Lowman)
Marty Lowman

Twenty Dollars - ©Words and Music by Marty Lowman 2007

It was only twenty dollars he won that day But he handed it to me, and said, “I noticed you didn’t play”

At that time I was living in my car – just me and my old guitar Twenty dollars, well it don’t seem much, but that twenty really took me far

He didn’t know my secrets or what I could afford His act of kindness may not have brought a quick reward

But the bread that is cast and carried from you someday will return He said, “It’s only twenty dollars, one day it’s your turn.”

Several years passed before the homeless man approached while I was waiting for a taxi ride He was unshaven, unwashed, and shouting anguish with his eye “

Can you spare some change” he asked with desperation in his voice I reached deep into my pocket, once you’ve received you’ve got no choice

You say he'll buy a bottle, or score a bag of smoke You may be right, but maybe twenty dollars will buy a glimpse of hope

Because the bread that’s cast and carried from you someday will return It’s only twenty dollars, and this time it’s my turn.

So come walk with me through the darker parts of town See the tarp and cardboard shelters of those whose lives have broken down

They struggle through the biting frost and the sweltering concrete heat And just a block away live the nouveau riche, they park their beemers in the street

The beggar may be one of those whose inner voice with torment cries It could just be he’s an angel visiting in disguise

Because the bread that’s cast and carried from you someday will return It’s only twenty dollars, and one day it’s your turn