《The Folk Singer》歌词

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The Folk Singer - Johnny Cash[00:00:00]

As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin' feet are before me[00:00:13]

With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me[00:00:25]

Well yesterday the motor toots screamed and cried my name out for a song[00:00:38]

Now the streets are empty and the crowds they go on home[00:00:51]

With the rain on my face there's no place where I belong[00:01:03]

And my whole life consists of a story of poem at a song[00:01:15]

Now the truths I've tried to tell you are as distant as the moon[00:01:27]

More than hundred years too late two hundred years too soon[00:01:39]

I'm a child of the sage Lord's been in the pages of a book[00:01:51]

But when I'm dust and clay where other people stop and to look[00:02:04]

And will they marvel and miracles and perform into the high size to the spider[00:02:15]

Oh will they take the pages of the book to light of fire[00:02:27]

With the rain on my face there's no place where I belong[00:02:39]

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