Story of the Man

This is the story of a man

Who's walkin' old days with a guitar in his hand

Some might say he was on that train

He was leading by the moonshine

Are those men alive ?

Yeah, this man was born in sorrow

He owned that thing and urged to be someone

Just for the old days, please let him go

He plays his guitar, yeah

Like ringin' the bell

Baby, I need you babe

Just waiting for the moonlight, I want to be alive

Oh baby, need somebody exquisite in my home, babe

This tired old man was walking all day

I need you babe

I need you babe

I need you babe

I need you babe