Story Teller
I write my thoughts
Unclothe my soul
Bare my inner most feelings
Let the whole world know
But I never would have thought
I would step into a poets shoes
I’ve played music on the street corner
Now it’s all penned in the blues
And I never would have thought
I would turn into you
My father, how you could lie
Jesus, the Devil in disguise
Story teller, poet, philosophize
Mesmerize with those familiar blue eyes
Oh, I would have never thought
I would step into your shoes
I’ve played your harmonica on street corners
Now it’s a cross-road to the blues
And I never would have believed
I would turn into you
Now I’m the one with the story to tell
Gathering souls around me their minds to compel
And though I tried to be rid of you to no avail
I guess I’ll continue to hate you in Hell
Oh, I never would have thought
I would wear his holes in my shoes
I’ve played his guitar on street corners
A poet’s broken string blues
And I never would have dreamed
I would turn into you
Well I never would have thought
I’d travel in Dads shoes
But I’ve sang the same bullshit
A doomed poet’s blues
And I never would have thought
I would turn into you