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

She's just a lump of coal
But she could've been a diamond
He's just a lump of coal
But he should've been a diamond
Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls

Well, 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 blinds
And the mercy that they lack
With their hands tied 'round their backs
Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls

She's just a lump of coal
But she could've been a diamond
He's just a lump of coal
But he should've been a diamond
Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls

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 the sidewalk
Just rags down in a hole
Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls

She's just a lump of coal
But she could've been a diamond
He's just a lump of coal
But he should've been a diamond
Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls
Oh, Lord, bless these poor lost souls

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Andrew Bird, Jimbo Mathus