Lyrics:
see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be 'bout five-foot three
And his voice was a soft Texas drawl
Although ten Graemes were in his coat, it's for my honor he must die."
They've ta'en him to the hanging hill and led him by the gallows tree
Ne'er did color
He would see faces in movies, on TV
In magazines, and in books
He thought that some of these faces might be right for him
And through the years,
with his head bowed down
As though his heart would break
The parson came over and took his hand
And to him these words he did say
When God comes
him anywhere
So no one knew, not even him, the problems he would find
On the day he journeyed deep into his mind
I close my eyes, I go far away
of a night he said that he loved her
He'd always be true "But Mr. Mchaggis, I've only just met you!!"
By now he saw double through his drunken eyes
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man, he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does
There was a man, a lonely man
Who lost his love through his indifference
A heart that cared, that went unchecked
Until it died in his silence
this disgrace
You could see every night
By candlelight in Hardin's favorite bar
She'd be hanging on his arm
And very late they'd leave there
And the stunned surprise in the eyes of dying men
Gone to Shiloh
For the Union
Shoulder to shoulder
Side by side
Gone to Shiloh
Time passes slowly
When
I know he's around
When the sky and the ground started ringing
I know that he's near
By the thunder I hear in advance
His words, his words
victims of typewriters
The band sounds like typewriters
The big man, he's not listening
His eyes hold Edith
His left hand holds his right
What does
in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life
End of the day, factory whistle
and a tear in his eye
And he dreamed of a time and a lady that loved him
And how he would sing her sweet lullabye
But we don't ever ask him, and he never
He told me sweet lies of sweet loves
Heavy with the burden of the truth
And he spoke of his dreams
Broken by the burden
Broken by the burden
And the stars pierced the eyes of the girl at his side
The next morning's day would be Easter
He'd dress in his only fine shirt
And shuffle through clusters
whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him to listen for
timing Slim
Who's every heard of him?
I'll drag his corpse through the mud
It's now or never
More than ever
When I met you I didn't think you do
Its soon
A modern-day warrior
Mean, mean stride
Today's Tom Sawyer
Mean, mean pride
Though his mind is not for rent
Don't put him down as arrogant
His
did I get here?
What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes
(Look into my father's eyes
A broken man moves slowly down the sidewalk
Humbled by the favours he must seek
From those that he encounters on
His walk through misery
Who are rich
at last shall see Him,
Through His own redeeming love.
For that Child so dear and gentle
Is our Lord in heav'n above;
And He leads His children
make it through
It must be fixed unless you choose
To send him back where he came
Starve the boy from his name
Just six short days of pain
Or maybe
a lonely day
So much to say that goes unspoken
And through the night, his sleepless nights
His eyes are closed, his heart is broken
And solitaire's
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