Tonart: C major
Verse 1
C
G
C
Ooooooo
Today I saw some ragged clothes
G
And I judged the frame on which
they hummed
C
There goes a wasted life, says I
I'll not waste mine for I'm young
G
I know his kind, they're all alike
He's from the Skid Row part of town
C
He'll beg a dime here and a quarter there
And be in the gutter
before the sun goes down
Then I turned and walked into a store
F
To buy a book of poems to read
Oh, the best of literature, says I,
C
Is for the man of higher breed
G
Then I saw these words aimed right at me
C
And it made me sort of hang my head
G
C
For I'd turned at random to a page
He sewed a row of violets
G
along a barren path he trod,
C
That every future passer -by
might view the handiwork of God.
G
C
He carved a map upon a stone
and placed it on a desert floor
To show tomorrow's dying soul
Where cool, clear water lay in store
F
Dm
And to write here
F
all the many things he did
G
C
White would make a book too long to read
G
C
And wear away the poet's pen
G
Then I left the store to find that man
C
Just walk up to him, rags and all
And shake his hand and chat a while
G
And then I heard an ambulance call
C
What happened here, I asked someone
Why all the crowd
that's gathered round
They said, just some old ragged man
F
from the skid row part of town.
I bowed my head in silent prayer,
C
G
forgive me Lord for my idle tongue.
C
Today I saw some ragged clothes
G
C
and I judged the frame on which they hung.
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