Folk Singer Glen Campbell
Intro Bb D# Bb D#
Verse 1
As I [Bb]walk these narrow streets
where a [D#]million passin' [F]feet have trod [Bb]before me[F] [Bb]
With my guitar in my hand
[F]suddenly I real[D#]ize [Bb]nobody knows me[F] [Bb]
Where [D#]yesterday the multitudes screamed
and cried my name out for a [Bb]song[F] [Bb] [Gm]
Now the streets are empty [D#]
and the crowds they've all gone on [Bb]home[F] [Bb]
Verse 2
With the rain on my face
there's [D#]no place where [F]I [Bb]belong[F] [Bb]
And my whole life consists
[D#]of a story a [F]poem and a [Bb]song[F] [Bb]
Now the [D#]truths I've tried to tell you
are as distant as the [Bb]moon[F] [Bb] [Gm]
Born a hundred years too late [D#]
two hundred years [Bb]too soon[F] [Bb]
Verse 3
I'm a [C]child of the sage
[F]Lost in the [G]pages of a [C]book[G] [C]
But when I'm dust and clay
[F]will other people [G]stop to take a [C]look[G] [C]
And will they [F]marvel at the miracles I performed
And to the heighths I [C]aspired[G] [C]
[Am]Or will they tear the pages [F]from the book
to light a [C]fire[G] [C]
With the rain on my face
there's [F]no place where [G]I be[C]long [F] [C] [G] [C]
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