Текст (слова) песни: John Wesley Harding - Famous Man
Mother, last night I shot a famous man His music, his life, I was his greatest fan Mother, I`m sorry for all the things that I did I`ve been hiding it all of my life, shouldГЊve kept it still hid Should`ve kept it still hid
Mother, last night I shot a famous man Ain`t it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he can When I raise my voice, it`s a small feeble sound in the wind To make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to begin You must know where to begin
Mother, last night I shot a famous man But today I can`t say it all went according to plan He just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyes Now I know how he felt every day til he died Every day til he died
Mother, well now people listen to me I`m the King of America, some say that I`m the King of Comedy Mother, now that I know what it means to be heard I wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitar And I wish that I`d swallowed my words Wished I`d swallowed my words
Mother, I knew him, but he never knew me
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