Richard Thompson

A ^A man is like a ^E rusty wheel
^A On a rusty ^E cart
He ^A sings ^E/G# his ^F#m song as he ^D rattles a ^E long
and ^D then he ^E falls a ^A part.
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And ^A We'll sing halle ^E lujah
At the ^A turning of the ^E year
And we ^A work ^E/G# all ^F#m day in the ^D old fashioned ^E way
'Til the ^D shining ^E star ap ^A pears
A man is like a briar
He covers himself with thorns
he laughs like a clown when his fortunes are down
And his clothes are ragged and torn
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A man is like a three string fiddle
Hanging on the wall.
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow
Or he can't play at all.
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A man is like his father
Wishes he'd never been born.
He longs for the time when the clock bell will chime
And he's dead for evermore.
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