Stan Rogers – Pharisee (Guitar)

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I used to be a Pharisee,

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Cynical and wise, telling rich ungodly lies Of humanity

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But in the marketplace was seated, a cripple with a lyre.

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I looked at him and said "I've been rich but so unhappy,

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What sets your soul on fire?"

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And he said "Look upon me, brother, I'm a man with piece of mind,

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You know I've never been good at nothing

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But the words I wrought in rhyme,

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But I've a good woman to feed me, and friends to share a brew.

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And evenings we sit around and sing together,

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and it could be the same for you", if you...

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Just hold on, to young friends you made of old,

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And cleave to the woman who keeps us whole,

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And keep a warm fire for all your friends,

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who come in from the cold,

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I love you all as brothers,

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and I don't even know their names,

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For you this must sound different,

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but for us it always stays the same...

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Tonight the smoke is rising, from around the room,

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And judging from the warmth of smells from the kitchen,

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There'll be supper ready soon... And our table's set for twenty,

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room for more if they should come,

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And later on we'll pass around the wine for our pleasure,

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and sing until the morning comes

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Just hold on, to young friends you made of old,

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And cleave to the woman who keeps us whole,

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And keep a warm fire for all your friends,

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who come in from the cold,

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I love you all as brothers,

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and I don't even know their names,

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For you this must sound different,

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but for us it always stays the same...