Old Street Singer
Ton : CCapo 4English
Intro :
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You old street singer some call you a bum
SGitting on a park bench soaking up the sCun
Singing to the children and the pGeople passing by
With a bottle in a paper bag and a banjo at your sCide F
Anyone would know you if they'd tCake the time to look
UFnderneath those rCagged clothes they'd read you like a bGook
They'd sCee it in your eyes the cForners of your smile
There's mCore to this old sGtreet bum than too many dusty mCiles G C
The motel room must get so very small
A bGed and a chair and memories on the wCall
In a city full of strangers fGar away from times
You've made that banjo ring in across a picket lCine F
You go downstairs and oCut on the street F
Sit there wCaiting for everyone you mGeet C
Some they ignore you sGome they ask you why
Some they dance to the tune you're playing to the sCky
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Passing through a city one dGay you'll see him there
Stop and listen to his tunes let him know you hCear
Put a dollar in the box that sits there at his fGeet
Tip your hat to the man who's singing in the sCtreet
'Cause iFf you stop and listen you'll hCear it every time
MFelodies arCound you the rhythms and the rGhymes
In the sCtares of passing strangers qFuestions of the young
The bCarking of a sGtray dog and the memories of a sCtreet bum
The barking of a sGtray dog and the memories of a sCtreet bum