Three and a Half Letters

I'm thirty-seven years old
Married to my childhood sweetheart
Two beautiful girls,
Two and a half and four
Worked nine years at the plant
Where my father worked
And his father before him
I have a B.A. but laid off seven months ago
It's been hard tough like so many others
But I still believe, can you help, brother?
Can you help?

I need a job, I need a job
I'm willing to work
But I need a job
I stand in the street
With a sign in my hand
But I need the work
Yeah, I need a job, yeah

I just returned from Afghanistan
Spent four years in the military service
I'm twenty-four, strong and
I can't find work in my hometown
I'm married with one beautiful son
Seven months old today
Never had a chance to buy a home
Can't afford the apartment we've been living in
Moving in with Debbie's parents,
Whose home is now in foreclosure
Can you help?

I need a job
I need a job
I'm willing to work
But I need a job
I stand in the street
With a sign in my hand
I'm willing to work
But I need a job

I'm sorry this letter is hand-written
But I don't have a computer
I don't have access to one,
I'm fifty-one years old
I lost my wife to breast cancer three years ago
Lost my job of twenty-six years one year later
I'm homeless with no one to turn to
I've been through a lot
Bother I heard you like to help people
Well, I need help

I need a job
I need a job
I'm willing to work
But I need a job
I stand in the street
With a sign in my hand
I'm willing to work
But I need a job

Got nothin' left
Lost it all
Can I get back to zero
Zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
I need a job

Yeah, I need a job
I need a job

And the last letter said
I'm nine years old and homeless
Fuck