Broke

Nothing in my pocket
But an empty wallet
Not a quarter to call my own

My cupboard’s bare
I’ve got nothing to share
It’s a good thing I’m all alone

I don’t have two cents to my name
But I refuse to be ashamed

I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken

My rent’s past due
No job has come through
I hope my landlord lets me stay

My bills piled high
Collectors just sigh
I’ve got nothing to send their way

I don’t have two cents to my name
But I refuse to be ashamed

I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken

My luck’s gonna turn
If there’s one thing I’ve learned
Somehow things always turn out

I’ll be back on my feet
And not out on the street
That’s one thing I am sure about

I don’t have two cents to my name
But I refuse to be ashamed

I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken
I’m broke, not broken