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Poets and Painters
Well, an old man on the street one day,
He came into my sight,
And he wandered over to me
For a cigarette and a light.
His skin, all weathered and worn,
And a road map in his eyes;
He looked at me and he smiled
And the smoke began to rise.
Chorus:
He said, "It's poets and painters
And people like me,
Who'll sing you the songs
That'll set your soul free:
One step below angels,
And two above hell.
If we keep us from killin' ourselves,
We'll both do well".
Well I said, "Now, hey, old man,
"Can you spare me a little time"
He said, "Son, that's the only thing
In life I've left that's mine.
But I know what you're gonna ask
How I ended up this way?
There's a million other stories
I'd like to tell today.
Let's say…"
Chorus:
"Well, you look at me and you wonder
With your pity in your eyes.
And you think I'd be a better man
If I had only tried.
But my dream's the same as yours
Anywhere I roam,
And the difference 'tween the two of us
Is the place that we call home.
Let's say…"
Chorus:
© Scott Cameron Smith 1983 |
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