Self Made Man
How many men do you think it takes to make a self made man?
How many fingers must he step on to do the best he can?
Have you watched his eyes when he deals your cards?
Do you know the other players in his life?
Have you ever seen the skeletons your closet holds?
Do you watch him when he sharpens his knife?
Do you think you want to sit around and play another part
In the corner of his self made life?
How many men do you think it takes to make a self made man?
How many people do you think he'll use to do the best he can?
How hard must you run with your hair falling back
To compete with a rolling stone?
And track him down at all of the ports that he currently calls home?
Don't you wonder what he's thinking when he holds your life
In the palm of his money stained hand?
Don't you wonder how long before you kick face down
In the place where you thought you used to stand?
Don't you wonder if you're not just another poor soul
That helped to make a self made man?
Don't you wonder what he's thinking when he holds your life
In the palm of his money stained hand?
Don't you wonder how long before you kick face down
In the place where you thought you used to stand?
Don't you wonder if you're not just another poor soul
That helped to make a self made man?
How many fingers must he step on to do the best he can?
Have you watched his eyes when he deals your cards?
Do you know the other players in his life?
Have you ever seen the skeletons your closet holds?
Do you watch him when he sharpens his knife?
Do you think you want to sit around and play another part
In the corner of his self made life?
How many men do you think it takes to make a self made man?
How many people do you think he'll use to do the best he can?
How hard must you run with your hair falling back
To compete with a rolling stone?
And track him down at all of the ports that he currently calls home?
Don't you wonder what he's thinking when he holds your life
In the palm of his money stained hand?
Don't you wonder how long before you kick face down
In the place where you thought you used to stand?
Don't you wonder if you're not just another poor soul
That helped to make a self made man?
Don't you wonder what he's thinking when he holds your life
In the palm of his money stained hand?
Don't you wonder how long before you kick face down
In the place where you thought you used to stand?
Don't you wonder if you're not just another poor soul
That helped to make a self made man?
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Writer(s): John Hartford
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