Little Rob, dances in the rain, and he drinks to cover up inane (be)cause he knows, he doesn�t have a place to go.
Joker Man, doesn�t have a hand, his face cracks
as he laughs as he plays with the Band, (be)cause he knows, there�s
a hollow in his bowl, he says...
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I am just a solitary man. I live alone, the best I can.
I�ve never loved, never felt that way,
well maybe...someday.
Old Bob, just turned sixty-one. He looks back at
this life and says, "What have I done? A few little songs
and scribbled, cryptic poems. I have a tune in my head and a
lawyer on the phone..."
harmonica solo
(descresendo)
He has a big file with words on pages,
He�s doing this thing in an awful lot of stages,
He�s writing inside a number of cages,
Standing on the shoulders of a history of sages.
I am just a solitary man. I live alone, the best I can.
I�ve never loved, never felt that way,
well maybe...someday.
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