Poor Lost Souls

[Verse 1: Jimbo Mathus] In the city of L.A., If you’re ever out that way From Hollywood and Vine You can see the Hollywood sign Look down and see the stars Look up and see the gold Look around and see These poor lost souls [Chorus: Jimbo Mathus] She’s just a lump of coal But she could have been a diamond He’s just a lump of coal But he should have been a diamond Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls [Verse 2: Andrew Bird] When there’s mercy in a hand They say “God bless you, sir” and “ma’am.” And those who pay no mind They go home and draw the blind In the mercy that they lack With their hands tied ‘round their back Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls [Chorus: Jimbo Mathus and Andrew Bird] She’s just a lump of coal But she could have been a diamond He’s just a lump of coal But he should have been a diamond Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls [fiddle solo: Andrew Bird] [Verse 3: Jimbo Mathus and Andrew Bird] These poor lost souls No one out here who loves them They have no place to go No one out here who needs them Just trash down on a sidewalk Just rags down in a hole Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls [Chorus: Jimbo Mathus and Andrew Bird] She’s just a lump of coal But she could have been a diamond He’s just a lump of coal But he should have been a diamond Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls