Days are short and I ain't down The
sun is on the hill Looking in my suitcase
for a friend The door was opened wide You
know I lost a little pride And inside
it was just another man
Every day another man reaches out
his hand Every moment there's a shifting
in the sand Every whisper in the wind Brings
a good man back again Settle me down
in my dreams tonight Tomorrow's another
day to blow my blues away
Lots of folks will tell you that
a man can go thru' life Taking what
he wants along the way But until all
men are freed Each one gets but what
he needs The experience of living every
day
I woke up this morning I awoke upon
my knees Crying oo-wee, I don't know
where I am I feel just like a clown Every
time I move around Because, after all,
I'm just another man
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