Intro: G Em Am D7 (2X)G Am To the sad-eyed misinterpreted hung-up child of clayD7 G So the drunken poets pretty words didn't help you find your wayAm Was it your mistake for thinkin' he was born before his timeD7 G Or was it his for thinkin' he might save you with his flimsy rhymeG T Total Tommy took a toke of tea, black cats backin' up a big oak treeAm Tick tocks tickin' out a tune on time, last words lookin' for a line to rhymeD7 G Em Am D7 Saw fishs swimmin' in the sea-saw-sea but me well I'm only lookin' I see so many with no place tonight their sleepy heads to lay With pen in hand I take a stand I got nothin' deep to say Some words are better left to whisper only to the wind Some men kill with bullets Lord others use a pen
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Mickey Newbury
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