Maria Taylor - The ballad of sean foley

^FFell down from your haven. ^CTo an empire cityscape. ^DmSomeone asked him for directions. ^CHe would always know the way. ^FOffer you his raincoat. ^CLet you hide under his hat. ^DmIf you can't walk from whiskey. ^CHe'll just throw you on his back.

^AmAnd th^Fen away you'll go. ^AmThroug^Fh the crowd gathered below. ^AmTo the^C spinning wheels. ^AmOf you^Cr mobile home. ^DmAnd he'll watch you sleep. Like^C a guardian angel.

^FStays inside the music. ^CSometimes steps outside the law. ^DmAlways in the name of justice. ^CStill believes in the lost cause. ^FDistract you with a story. ^CAlways tries to make you laugh. ^DmHe brings people together. ^CLike Gertrude Stein and Mama Cass.

^AmAnd he^F says, "My friends are yours, ^AmThis t^Fown's full of open doors ^AmTo the^C sold-out shows, ^AmEighth^C bungalows, ^DmAnd the lonesome smokes, In t^Chis tiny studio."

^FAlway^Ams finds a muse. ^FEvery^Amwhere he goes. ^FWheth^Amer it's the blues. ^FOr so^Amme ^Dmabandoned showtune.

^FLearned how to be selfless, ^CHow to love what wasn't there, ^DmBut never dwell upon it. ^CJust embrace what's everywhere. ^FPeople busking in the subway. ^CMc's freestyle in the park. ^DmHeard a kid from martha's vineyard, ^CMade him turn around his car.

^AmAnd aw^Fay he goes ^AmTo the^F local radio ^AmSaying^C, "What's that sound? ^AmI'd li^Cke to know, ^DmAnd this might sound strange, But ^CI just can't let it go."

^FGuess^C ev^Dmery sinner needs a saint. Guess every sinner needs a saint. Guess every sinner needs a saint. Says everybody is the same.