A He walks these tracks and n G ever looks ar A ound
He bums what he can G get in any A town A7
He's D grown content to D7 live on chari A ty
I've been down so long it G looks like up to A me
I make excuses when I read his name
On the side of some old dirty train
It conjures up a taste of fantasy
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
Well I pushed him off the ladder of success
But down here on the bottom I get rest
Oh uh he saves his thoughts to buy a memory
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
Ohh I put my finger in his mind's eye
And I've given him a reason now to cry
I put his song of life in the wrong key
I've been down so long it looks like up to me
by: José Duarte
jtduarte1@gmail.com
Nancy Sinatra
