John's Song
Long lost lonely gambler
With no home to call my own
I was a farmer's boy from Texas
But that was long ago
Now my convictions stand on sand and soil
And I've got the homesick blues
Until I found myself an old wiseman
Who told me just what I should do
He said take some time for wonder
Like the cold and summer rain
And cry with the lonely people
Cuz it's good to feel their pain
Smile with the little children
Cuz they're everything that's pure
And in the end be a friend to a man in need
Or an angel at the door
Her days were alway hectic
With the city the noise and crowd
And you would think that she would like
Not having anyone around
But in the lonely crowded messed up life
You wouldn't walk far in her shoes
Until you found yourself an old wise man
Who'll tell you just what you should do
Take some time for wonder
Like the cold and summer rain
Cry with the lonely people
Cuz it's good to feel their pain
Smile with the little children
Cuz they're everything that's pure
And in the end be a friend to a man in need
As an angel at the door
In the end be a friend to a man in need
As an angel at the door
With no home to call my own
I was a farmer's boy from Texas
But that was long ago
Now my convictions stand on sand and soil
And I've got the homesick blues
Until I found myself an old wiseman
Who told me just what I should do
He said take some time for wonder
Like the cold and summer rain
And cry with the lonely people
Cuz it's good to feel their pain
Smile with the little children
Cuz they're everything that's pure
And in the end be a friend to a man in need
Or an angel at the door
Her days were alway hectic
With the city the noise and crowd
And you would think that she would like
Not having anyone around
But in the lonely crowded messed up life
You wouldn't walk far in her shoes
Until you found yourself an old wise man
Who'll tell you just what you should do
Take some time for wonder
Like the cold and summer rain
Cry with the lonely people
Cuz it's good to feel their pain
Smile with the little children
Cuz they're everything that's pure
And in the end be a friend to a man in need
As an angel at the door
In the end be a friend to a man in need
As an angel at the door
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Writer(s): John Hightower
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