Living in poverty, searching for harmony Chasing after dreams not yet real
An artist with no brush, a poet with no pen Tried to tell the world what he did feel
Years of disappointment, rare moments of joy Wonder how he endured the strife
He saw all the beauty, felt the sorrow and pain Searchin for meaning to his life
Now that he's gone will his songs live on? Will someone remember what he gave Stars in the skies, tears in your eyes Ooo, it made me feel so good inside
Came from Alabama with a banjo on his knee Spent some time in Nashville, Tennessee
He sang some fine lines, sad songs of hard times just for the people on the land (Chorus)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
