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Tom Russell - The Man from God Knows Where lyrics
Come gather round me children, a story I will tell I´ve been around since Jesus met the woman at the well I´ve walked these roads ten thousand years, I´m a ragtime millionaire I am the rake and the ramblin saint, I am the man from god knows where. Oh, they hung me in Downpatrick, up near St.Patrick´s tomb But my ghost rose up in the peat fire smoke toward the rising of the moon Now as I drift through your villages, all the maidens stop and stare There goes old Tom the vagabond, he's the man from god knows where. So rise up all you ancestores, and dance upon your graves I´ve come to hear your voices now so maybe I´ll be saved Cursed are we who forget the past, but pray and don´t despair My song might haunt your dreams tonight, I´m the man from god knows where |
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