| The old man was sitting on the tailgate of a '62 Ford flatbed
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| Picking on an old guitar, he looked at me and said «The engine’s dead»
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| «It was a good run son», as he strummed a melancholy chord
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| «Now I’ve got nothing but time to kill until the coming of the Lord»
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| He played me a few songs, one about a Randall knife
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| One about a train, one about the pain of losing the love of his life
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| He took a puff of that cigarette, he blew a breath of smoke that could smother
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| He said «They always said these would kill me and they did» then he laughed and
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| he lit another
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| He said «I hear that you write songs boy, play me one that I might know»
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| So I sang him my latest greatest hit, a number one on music row
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| He stopped me before I could finish the verse, said «I think I’ve heard enough
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| of that
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| When you’ve heard one you’ve heard em all», with a grimace of a grin he took
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| his old guitar back
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| He said «I guess that’s alright if that’s all you’ve got to give
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| If that’s all you’ve got to say in this one life you’ve got to live
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| There’s no meaning in your melody so predictable and weak
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| Wasted words and shallow rhymes I’d rather hear a woman cuss me a blue streak
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| You see, the pencil to the pad is like the bullet to the gun
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| The pen is mightier than the sword if the words are forged from fire from the
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| sun
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| Yet some do it for the fame, the fun, the money and all the glory
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| Yet some do it for their weary soul, won’t rest until they tell their story
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| You gotta make 'em feel what you feel, help 'em dream a dream and make 'em
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| wonder
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| It’s like catch lightning in a bottle, make 'em smell the rain and hear the
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| thunder
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| Let 'em taste the tears of joy or the bittersweet taste of sin
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| Find the passion in a four letter word or a Sunday morning Amen
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| And then he flicked his ashes and he pointed at my heart
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| Said «if you’re searching for solid gold, that’d be a real good place to start
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| Let the words speak for themselves, tell the truth, right or wrong
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| And bare your soul for all to see all for the sake of the song» |