The Ballad of Sean Foley Maria Taylor
Fell down from your haven.
[C]To an empire cityscape.
[Dm]Someone asked him for directions.
[C]He would always know the way.
[F]Offer you his raincoat.
[C]Let you hide under his hat.
[Dm]If you can't walk from whiskey.
[C]He'll just throw you on his back.
[Am]And then away yo[F]u'll go.
[Am]Through the crow[F]d gathered below.
[Am]To the spinning [C]wheels.
[Am]Of your mobile h[C]ome.
[Dm]And he'll watch you sleep.
Like a guardian [C]angel.
[F]Stays inside the music.
[C]Sometimes steps outside the law.
[Dm]Always in the name of justice.
[C]Still believes in the lost cause.
[F]Distract you with a story.
[C]Always tries to make you laugh.
[Dm]He brings people together.
[C]Like Gertrude Stein and Mama Cass.
[Am]And he says, "My[F] friends are yours,
[Am]This town's full[F] of open doors
[Am]To the sold-out [C]shows,
[Am]Eighth bungalows[C],
[Dm]And the lonesome smokes,
In this tiny stu[C]dio."
[F]Always finds a m[Am]use.
[F]Everywhere he go[Am]es.
[F]Whether it's the[Am] blues.
[F]Or some abandone[Am]d s[Dm]howtune.
[F]Learned how to be selfless,
[C]How to love what wasn't there,
[Dm]But never dwell upon it.
[C]Just embrace what's everywhere.
[F]People busking in the subway.
[C]Mc's freestyle in the park.
[Dm]Heard a kid from martha's vineyard,
[C]Made him turn around his car.
[Am]And away he goes[F]
[Am]To the local rad[F]io
[Am]Saying, "What's [C]that sound?
[Am]I'd like to know[C],
[Dm]And this might sound strange,
But I just can't[C] let it go."
[F]Guess every sinn[C]er needs[Dm] a saint.
Guess every sinner needs a saint.
Guess every sinner needs a saint.
Says everybody is the same.
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