Johnny Cash – The Folk Singer (Guitar)

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As I walk these narrow streets

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Where a million passing feet have tried before me

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With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me

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Where yesterday the multitude screamed and cried my name out for a song

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The day the streets are empty and the crowds have all gone home

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I pass a million houses, but there is no place where I belong

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All I knew to give it was song after song after song

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All the truth I try to tell you were as distant to you as the moon

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Born 200 years too late and 200 years too soon

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I'm a child of this age, locked inside the pages of your book

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And when I am but dust and clay and other children stop take a look

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Well they marvle at the miracles I did before them

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And to the heights I did aspire

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Or will they tear out the pages of the book to light a fire

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With the rain on my face there is no place where I belong