Man of Very Few Words                                        

i'm a man of very few words, i'm a man of very few words
and even most of those you've probably already heard
i'm a man of very few words

i never claimed to be no Edgar Allen Poe (X2)
but some of these thoughts running through my mind
are scarier than his you know

now who's that plucking the banjo? hey man that's Stephen Foster (X2)
he laughs at me as i sing my songs, calls me a cheap imposter

the way they'll kick you when you're down, brother it's brutal (X2)
but it sure is sweet to hear Willie Dixon 
pitch that wang dang doodle

see tat bible printed in golden ink every page is shimmering (X2)
it hovers like a halo above the head of old Bobby Zimmerman

now who's that singing i love you? there ain't no way of knowing (X2)
but that golden voice wrapped round your woman? 
i believe that's Leonard Cohen

goodbye Elvis Costelo goodbye, wherever you are (X2)
Richard Thompson's in my kitchen strumming on the old guitar

every happy myth is shattered, each illusion's up in smoke (X2)
so come on Randy Newman won't you tell us another joke

now they say dust to dust and ash to ash (X2)
but my savior ain't no Jesus Christ, my savior's Johnny Cash

Hank Williams told me, Samm, put some truth in every line (X2)
then get your fool ass over here and help me drink this wine

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