Folk Singer

Glen Campbell

Intro: Bb D# Bb D#

verse 1

As I walk these narrow streets

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where a million passin' feet have trod before me

With my guitar in my hand

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suddenly I realize nobody knows me

Where yesterday the multitudes screamed

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and cried my name out for a song

Now the streets are empty

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and the crowds they've all gone on home

verse 2

With the rain on my face

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there's no place where I belong

And my whole life consists

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of a story a poem and a song

Now the truths I've tried to tell you

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are as distant as the moon

Born a hundred years too late

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two hundred years too soon

verse 3

I'm a child of the sage

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Lost in the pages of a book

But when I'm dust and clay

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will other people stop to take a look

And will they marvel at the miracles I performed

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And to the heighths I aspired

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Or will they tear the pages from the book

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to light a fire

With the rain on my face

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there's no place where I belong