The Old Street Singer

	  		


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Intro: G  C  G  C 

  
You old street singer, some call you a bum 
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Sitting on a park bench soaking up the sun 
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Singing to the children and the people passing by 
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With a bottle in a paper bag and a banjo at your side 


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Anyone would know you if they'd take the time to look 
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Underneath those ragged clothes they'd read you like a book 
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They'd see it in your eyes, the corners of your smile 
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There's more to this old street bum than too many dusty miles 



The motel room must get so very small 
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A bed and a chair and memories on the wall 
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In a city full of strangers far away from times 
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You've made that banjo ring in across a picket line 


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You go downstairs and out on the street 
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Sit there waiting for everyone you meet 
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Some they ignore you, some they ask you why 
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Some they dance to the tune you're playing to the sky 


INTERLUDE: C  G  C  G  C 


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Passing through a city, one day you'll see him there 
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Stop and listen to his tunes, let him know you hear 
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Put a dollar in the box that sits there at his feet 
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Tip your hat to the man who's singing in the street 


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'Cause if you stop and listen, you'll hear it every time 
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Melodies around you, the rhythms and the rhymes 
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In the stares of passing strangers, questions of the young 
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The barking of a stray dog and the memories of a street bum 
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The barking of a stray dog and the memories of a street bum