《The Folk Singer》歌词

[00:00:00] The Folk Singer - Johnny Cash

[00:00:13] As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin' feet are before me

[00:00:25] With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody knows me

[00:00:38] Well yesterday the motor toots screamed and cried my name out for a song

[00:00:51] Now the streets are empty and the crowds they go on home

[00:01:03] With the rain on my face there's no place where I belong

[00:01:15] And my whole life consists of a story of poem at a song

[00:01:27] Now the truths I've tried to tell you are as distant as the moon

[00:01:39] More than hundred years too late two hundred years too soon

[00:01:51] I'm a child of the sage Lord's been in the pages of a book

[00:02:04] But when I'm dust and clay where other people stop and to look

[00:02:15] And will they marvel and miracles and perform into the high size to the spider

[00:02:27] Oh will they take the pages of the book to light of fire

[00:02:39] With the rain on my face there's no place where I belong