Paroles de The Folk Singer
Johnny Cash
As I walk these narrow streets
Where a million passing feet have tried before me
With my guitar in my hand suddenly
I realize nobody knows me
Where yesterday the multitude screamed
And cried my name out for a song
The day the streets are empty
And the crowds have all gone home
I pass a million houses but there is no place where I belong
All I knew to give it was song after song after song
All the truth I try to tell you were as distant to you as the moon
Born 200 years too late and 200 years too soon
I'm a child of this age locked inside the pages of your book
And when I am but dust and clay and other children stop take look
Well they marble at the miracles I did before them
And to the heights I did inspired
Or will they tear out the pages of the book to light a fire
With the rain on my face there is no place where I belong
Did you forget the folk singer so soon?
And did you forget my song?
InterprèteJohnny Cash
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