Mr. Harvestman

Mr. Harvestman
Is standing behind the tobacco shop
Mr. Harvestman
Needs a place to sleep
Mr. Harvestman
Stares at every customer

He is bendin' and tremblin'
And can barely hold his cigarette
He is bendin' and tremblin'
And can barely hold his cigarette

Mr. Harvestman
Is dressed all in black
In his eyes you can see
There are things he can't forget
What could it be?
On his mind suspicious as he seems
Walking up and down the street
Looking for a place to sleep
The sound of his boots
With every step he takes
It's getting kinda late
It's always getting late

He still needs a place to sleep
He still needs a place to sleep

And i like to believe
That he's good people
And i like to believe
That he is all alone by choice

All alone by choice
All alone by choice
All alone by choice
All alone by choice

Mr. Harvestman
Got himself a dog
And a smile runs over his face
As they walk side by side
And a smile runs over his face
As they walk side by side
Side by side
Side by side



Credits
Writer(s): Veronika Mannhardt
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