Two days to find you
Two days of scraps of torn up paper
Let me remind you
Even more
If you count the ballads
If you count the songs
Just at the break of day
After a late night gig
You walked the blues enormous
Your shoes they danced the simple jig
Now one step, and then one other
With a glass of beer in hand
It’s what he does best, so says his mother
But fails to understand
It is what he does
How ever many days it takes
The rhythm makes for the uncertainty
The liquor soothes the band
Two ways to remind you
The lays and loves behind you
All with torn up scraps of paper
All who want to hold your hand
Even more if you count the hedgerows
Then the green and promised lands
And the smile you rascal
That smile which you wear so dandy grand
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