Maria Taylor - The ballad of sean foley

^GFell down from your haven. ^GTo an empire cityscape. ^EmSomeone asked him for directions. ^GHe would always know the way. ^GOffer you his raincoat. ^GLet you hide under his hat. ^EmIf you can't walk from whiskey. ^GHe'll just throw you on his back.

^EmAnd th^Gen away you'll go. ^EmThroug^Gh the crowd gathered below. ^EmTo the^G spinning wheels. ^EmOf you^Gr mobile home. ^EmAnd he'll watch you sleep. Like^G a guardian angel.

^GStays inside the music. ^GSometimes steps outside the law. ^EmAlways in the name of justice. ^GStill believes in the lost cause. ^GDistract you with a story. ^GAlways tries to make you laugh. ^EmHe brings people together. ^GLike Gertrude Stein and Mama Cass.

^EmAnd he^G says, "My friends are yours, ^EmThis t^Gown's full of open doors ^EmTo the^G sold-out shows, ^EmEighth^G bungalows, ^EmAnd the lonesome smokes, In t^Ghis tiny studio."

^GAlway^Ems finds a muse. ^GEvery^Emwhere he goes. ^GWheth^Emer it's the blues. ^GOr so^Emme ^Emabandoned showtune.

^GLearned how to be selfless, ^GHow to love what wasn't there, ^EmBut never dwell upon it. ^GJust embrace what's everywhere. ^GPeople busking in the subway. ^GMc's freestyle in the park. ^EmHeard a kid from martha's vineyard, ^GMade him turn around his car.

^EmAnd aw^Gay he goes ^EmTo the^G local radio ^EmSaying^G, "What's that sound? ^EmI'd li^Gke to know, ^EmAnd this might sound strange, But ^GI just can't let it go."

^GGuess^G ev^Emery sinner needs a saint. Guess every sinner needs a saint. Guess every sinner needs a saint. Says everybody is the same.