The Old Street Singer
Kate Wolf
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INTRO: G C G C You old street singer, some call you a bumG Sitting on a park bench soaking upC the sun Singing to the children and theG people passing by With a bottle in a paper bag and aC F banjo at your sideC Anyone would know you if they'd take the time to lookF C Underneath those ragged clothesG they'd read you like a bookC They'd see it in your eyes, theF corners of your smileC G There's more to this old streetC G C bum than too many dusty milesContinúa después del anuncioThe motel room must get so very smallG A bed and a chair and memories onC the wallG In a city full of strangers far away from times You've made that banjo ring inC F across a picket lineC You go downstairs and out on theF streetC Sit there waiting for everyone youG C meetG Some they ignore you, some they ask you why Some they dance to the tune you'reC playing to the sky INTERLUDE: C G C G CG Passing through a city, one day you'll see him there Stop and listen to his tunes, letC him know you hear Put a dollar in the box that sitsG there at his feet Tip your hat to the man who'sC singing in the streetF 'Cause if you stop and listen,C you'll hear it every timeF C Melodies around you, the rhythmsG and the rhymesC In the stares of passing strangers,F questions of the youngC G The barking of a stray dog and theC memories of a street bumG The barking of a stray dog and theC memories of a street bum