[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
See Andrew Bird LiveGet tickets as low as $87In 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