The following song was written after I gave a ride to a transient worker, a hobo, named Crazy Richard. I took him from a liquor store to the local Rescue Mission. I ran into him again about a month later, at the same mission. He told me a little about himself. He told me he was a Viet Nam era combat veteran and chose to travel and work. "I ain't no bum." He told me about using railroad signal flares and buckets to make trip-wire alarms to alert him while he slept.
Working homeless. I embellished his story and wrote it pretty quickly. The melody, after listening, is folk processed generic blues after the "Deep Ellum" style, typical, not intentiionally copied. Later, I delivered $800,000 worth of rubber brick to a man's horse barn so his horses could walk on the same surface as the horses at Belmont. While I was backing up my rig, a program on NPR stated the number of working homeless at that time....800,000. Such is. Please enjoy "Crazy Richard", recorded at home, along time ago.