Odd Man Out

Odd Man Out

This man, he rich and fat,
he got some shiny shoes.
He ain't done scraped his plate
until he got the news,
what the beggar up to,
and what the orphan said,
what the odd man paid for
the voices in his head.

This man, he warm and safe,
he go to home and then
he button up his pants
and figure out just when
time done bought his ticket,
and fate done paid the freight
for the odd man's passage
down to that pearly gate.

This man, he be my friend,
he father to my bride.
He ain't done shined the plate
until the groom be tied
to the turning wheel that
obliterates all doubt
who is now sacred cow,
who be the odd man out.