Folk Singer

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