In the corner of the street
a man plays an old guitar
Nobody notices him
He continues to gaze at the stars
The city's noise+
Is capable of drowning his voice.+
He plays without hesitation
Never asking for attention.+
He can't afford anything new
The kindest,
give him a dollar or two.
His lifestyle is frugal.+
They say he owned a fancy hotel.+
His strings are worn out
but the sound is clear
His only love is his beer.
In the corner of the street,
a man plays an old guitar
The same one
who never sang about his broken heart.