© ramblin wayn 2020
© rw 2020 Brazil ----- He's lying' on the floor drunk by a shot of heroin
his open eyes staring at the moon and the goddess of the wind
he looks like a gypsy faded jeans and walk barefoot thru town
a good ole boy i tell you who never done no wrong
his name doesn't matter you know
i knew him 45 years ago
----- Clyde was a cowboy he loved his appaloosa horse
but both went to heaven when he took two final shots
his mind was manipulated by fantastic movies and heroes
like some guys like stalone and another one named Eastwood
but Clyde was a good ole boy playing songs of guy clark and kris kristofferson in lonely bars
--------well they said she was the most beautiful hooker of whole Manhatten
little Louisa only seventeen years old
and she knew how to treat men blue and lonesome
and she knew the rules of the game and lonely songs
one night they found her near that Hudson river
naked, dead with a old picture of a young girl in her hand
---- you know, the rhythm of train change our lives
and buildings they reach a mile miles into the sky
and the woods and rivers they cry for attention
or they will die....
and the beggars on the streets they'll cry
but the Abbes Pierre's will never close their eyes
---And the fish got wing and learn to fly
and the reptiles became dragons
and the monkey became something special they could walk up straight, talk and dance
and the good ones became clowns and songwriters
and the bad ones bankers or presidents
-------this song for woody Guthrie, Leadbelly too
this song's for kris kristofferson, pete Seeger.... johnny cash...
this song is for all the people whom died in name of justice
and i guess Jesus died on the cross for nothing
this song is for mahatma ghandi, Chico mendes
and a man in my hometown named Jeff
------ this song for my mother and father for believing in me
when i was down that road
this song for all the songs i wrote when was a wearing a heavy coat
and this song is for all the believer in justice and a better world
--------And the fish got wing and learn to fly
and the reptiles became dragons
well, the monkey became something special they could walk up straight, talk and dance
and the good ones became clowns and songwriters
and the bad ones bankers or presidents
© ramblin wayn 2010 brazil
Creative Commons Attribution license (reuse allowed)
© rw 2020 Brazil ----- He's lying' on the floor drunk by a shot of heroin
his open eyes staring at the moon and the goddess of the wind
he looks like a gypsy faded jeans and walk barefoot thru town
a good ole boy i tell you who never done no wrong
his name doesn't matter you know
i knew him 45 years ago
----- Clyde was a cowboy he loved his appaloosa horse
but both went to heaven when he took two final shots
his mind was manipulated by fantastic movies and heroes
like some guys like stalone and another one named Eastwood
but Clyde was a good ole boy playing songs of guy clark and kris kristofferson in lonely bars
--------well they said she was the most beautiful hooker of whole Manhatten
little Louisa only seventeen years old
and she knew how to treat men blue and lonesome
and she knew the rules of the game and lonely songs
one night they found her near that Hudson river
naked, dead with a old picture of a young girl in her hand
---- you know, the rhythm of train change our lives
and buildings they reach a mile miles into the sky
and the woods and rivers they cry for attention
or they will die....
and the beggars on the streets they'll cry
but the Abbes Pierre's will never close their eyes
---And the fish got wing and learn to fly
and the reptiles became dragons
and the monkey became something special they could walk up straight, talk and dance
and the good ones became clowns and songwriters
and the bad ones bankers or presidents
-------this song for woody Guthrie, Leadbelly too
this song's for kris kristofferson, pete Seeger.... johnny cash...
this song is for all the people whom died in name of justice
and i guess Jesus died on the cross for nothing
this song is for mahatma ghandi, Chico mendes
and a man in my hometown named Jeff
------ this song for my mother and father for believing in me
when i was down that road
this song for all the songs i wrote when was a wearing a heavy coat
and this song is for all the believer in justice and a better world
--------And the fish got wing and learn to fly
and the reptiles became dragons
well, the monkey became something special they could walk up straight, talk and dance
and the good ones became clowns and songwriters
and the bad ones bankers or presidents
© ramblin wayn 2010 brazil
Creative Commons Attribution license (reuse allowed)
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