There was this wise man I once knew
Who lived down my street a block or 2
In a back alley where the autumn leaves blew
A simple man with a heart so true
John Doe was a quiet man, who kept to himself and lived off the land
He panned his living with a rusty tin can
Been living off the streets since Vietnam
When Johnny came marching home
From the Vietnam war he was alone
Slapped with a label, he hid his face, the nightmare of war
Was one he couldn