Simon Keeper

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Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed
 to a wooden cross.
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Irony oh irony upon Me it is never 
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lost.

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Gather 'round now people, I'm here 
to tell a tale
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About a man who walks among You, a 
man You each know well.
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My name is Simon Keeper I had a wife
 and three grown kids,
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A job in the towers cooking the 
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books for the shills that grease 
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the skids.

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Irony oh irony, you are a bitter 
fruit to eat.
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Stripped of all your beauty Your 
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flesh is none too sweet.

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Now I ain't the most honest man that
 ever worked a skim.
I was caught with My hand in the 
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cookie jar and brother that was it.
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Fifty-four and a big black mark upon
 My résumé,
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I found selling off what You don't 
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own might earn You the time of day.

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Next it was a letter from My darling
 one,
"what's Yours is mine, what's mine 
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is mine", Sealed with a hug and 
kiss.
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One by one My children closed their 
lives to Me.
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Lesson learned on Daddy's knee, 
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"give no quarter to the weak".

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Irony oh irony, You are the polar 
seed of truth,
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You grow upon the open plain the 
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faithful you uproot.

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Kicked around 'bout a year living 
hand to mouth,
Then one day tryin' to bum a light. 
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I felt My will give out.
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Sat right down on the corner, 
started prayin' a little too loud.
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Left My troubles far behind When I 
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saw them emptying their pockets out.

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Irony oh irony, You are a 
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treacherous son of a bitch,
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Pretending not to care about the 
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heights You'll never reach.

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Now I won't start in preaching 'bout
 reaping what You sow,
This is the story of a half-hearted 
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man, Half honest as they go.
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But sit on down and rest a spell 
I've got another tale to tell.
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About a lost young man in a far 
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away land whose life is just too 
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easy to sell.

Dm                            Am
Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed
 to a wooden cross.
Bb         C        Dm
Irony oh irony upon Me it is never 
lost.

Dm
Jesus was a carpenter He died nailed
 to a wooden cross.
         Am         Bb     C     
Irony oh irony upon Me        
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it's never lost.