| Man, you should have seen me way back then
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| I could tell a tale I could make it spin
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| I could tell you black was white
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| I could tell you day was night
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| Not only that I could tell you why
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| Back then I could really tell a lie
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| Well, I’d hire a kid to say he was lame
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| Then I’d touch him and I’d make him walk again
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| Then I’d pull some magic trick
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| I’d pretend to heal the sick
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| I was takin' everything they had to give
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| It wasn’t all that bad a way to live
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| Well, I’m in this desert town and it’s hot as hell
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| But no one’s buyin' what I got to sell
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| I make my lame kid walk
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| I make a dumb guy talk
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| I’m preachin' up a storm both night and day
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| Everyone just turns and walks away
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| Well, I can see that I’m only wasting time
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| So I head across the road to drink some wine
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| This old man comes up to me
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| He says, «I seen you on the street»
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| You’re pretty good if I do say so myself
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| But the guy comes through here last month
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| He was somethin' else
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| Instead of callin' down fire from above
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| He just gets real quiet and talks about love
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| And I’ll tell you somethin' funny
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| He didn’t want nobody’s money
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| I’m not exactly sure
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| What this all means
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| But it’s the damnest thing
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| I swear I’ve ever seen
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| Well, since that time every town is the same
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| I can’t make a dime I don’t know why I came
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| I decide I’ll go and find him
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| And find out who’s behind him
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| He has everyone convinced that he’s for real
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| Well, I figure we can work some kind of deal
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| Well, he offers me a job and I say fine
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| He says I’ll get paid off on down the line
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| Well, I guess I’ll string along
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| Don’t see how too much can go wrong
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| As long as he pays my way I guess I’ll follow
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| We’re headed for Jerusalem tomorrow |