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[Intro] (Am) - (G) - (Am) x 2 [Verse]
AmCome gather round me children, a Gstory I will Amtell AmI've been around since Jesus met the Gwoman at the Amwell CI've walked these roads ten Amthousand years, CI'm a ragtime Ammillionaire AmI'm the rake and the ramblin saint. I am Gthe man from God knows Amwhere
AmOh, they hung me in Downpatrick, up Gnear St.Patrick's Amtomb AmBut my ghost rose up in the peat fire smoke Gtoward the rising of the Ammoon CNow as I drift through your Amvillages, all the Cmaidens stop and Amstare Am"There goes old Tom, the vagabond, he's the Gman from God knows Amwhere"
CSo it's rise up all you Amancestors, Cand dance upon your Ggraves CI've come to hear your Amvoices, now, Cso maybe I'll be Amsaved AmCursed are we who forget the past, but Gpray and don't Amdespair AmMy song might haunt your dreams tonight, I'm the Gman from God knows Amwhere
AmI've slept beneath your bridges, near your Goil Amrefineries AmI've gambled on your river boats, GShenandoah; AmKanakee CI'm the homeless lad, I'm an Amorphan child, Cleaves of grass sewn through my Amhair AmYeah, me and old Walt Whitman, we're the Gmen from God knows Amwhere
AmI've rode the rods on steam trains with a Gbanjo on my Amknee AmWhile the voice of Stephen Foster, Gwhisperd songs to Amme COf the storefront church and the Amchain gang choir; CBlack sorrow filled the Amair AmThen Stephen died on a doss house floor, like a Gman from God knows Amwhere
AmI've heard the sound of Indian drums I've Gheard the bugles Amblow AmBefore they re'wrote history, Ginto a Wild West AmShow CMy kin sailed toward AmAmerica, Cto steal their Indian Amground AmThey passed Bill Cody's Gcircus ships, European Ambound
AmSo lock up all your daughters, your Gwhiskey and your Amgold AmI have come to claim my bounty, for Gthe lies that I've been Amtold And Cas I look out on this Amcrowd tonight, I Csee most of you don't Amcare AmCome lift your glass, reveal your past, to the Gman from God knows Amwhere