Lyrics
Verse 1
In the weary glow of a streetlamp's light,
Where the shadows whisper of the night,
I've roamed these roads, a lonesome stray,
Gathering pieces of yesterday.
Chorus
Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast,
And the first truths found are seldom last.
I'm just a poet, a rebel's song,
Chasing the right in a world that's wrong.
Verse 2
With a harmonica's soulful moan,
Underneath the stars that I call home,
I sing of love that's lost its way,
In the tangled webs that people lay.
Chorus
Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast,
And the first truths found are seldom last.
I'm just a poet, a rebel's song,
Chasing the right in a world that's wrong.
Bridge
Through the dust of worn-out pages,
I've seen the ages come and go,
The wisdom of sages, lost in the throes,
But still the river of time freely flows.
Verse 3
Now I stand before the fading light,
Questioning wrong, questioning right.
But in my heart, a steadfast dream,
To find the place where I can redeem.
Chorus
Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast,
And the first truths found are seldom last.
I'm just a poet, a rebel's song,
Chasing the right in a world that's wrong.
Outro
So here's to the drifters and the dreamers bold,
Carrying stories that are yet untold.
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Verse 1
In the weary glow of a streetlamp's light,
Where the shadows whisper of the night,
I've roamed these roads, a lonesome stray,
Gathering pieces of yesterday.
Chorus
Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast,
And the first truths found are seldom last.
I'm just a poet, a rebel's song,
Chasing the right in a world that's wrong.
Verse 2
With a harmonica's soulful moan,
Underneath the stars that I call home,
I sing of love that's lost its way,
In the tangled webs that people lay.
Chorus
Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast,
And the first truths found are seldom last.
I'm just a poet, a rebel's song,
Chasing the right in a world that's wrong.
Bridge
Through the dust of worn-out pages,
I've seen the ages come and go,
The wisdom of sages, lost in the throes,
But still the river of time freely flows.
Verse 3
Now I stand before the fading light,
Questioning wrong, questioning right.
But in my heart, a steadfast dream,
To find the place where I can redeem.
Chorus
Oh, but the times, they are a-changin' fast,
And the first truths found are seldom last.
I'm just a poet, a rebel's song,
Chasing the right in a world that's wrong.
Outro
So here's to the drifters and the dreamers bold,
Carrying stories that are yet untold.
M
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