All songs by Kent McDaniel ©2000 Kent McDaniel/Kriya Records Unauthorized use is prohibited.	Pushcart Annie I remember pushcart Annie Trudging along with her cart Up and down the alleys Poring over people's trash She was withered, gray and dirty She was bent and hunched backed Lord, Lord, you know she was an eerie sight Hidden behind fences Little boys would jeer Hurl rocks, call her a witch Their mothers sighed Their fathers shrugged it off Boys will be boys Anyway, they all knew, she was crazier than hell One day someone noticed She hadn't been 'round in weeks The sherrif went 'round her shanty She lay cold on the floor As a child I wondered, I guess I wonder still Does she search dark alleys For what she never found?