文本歌词

Folk Singer - Glen Campbell
Written by：Johnny Cash
As I walk these narrow streets where a million passin'
Feet are before me
With my guitar in my hand suddenly I realize nobody
Knows me
Well yesterday the motor toots screamed and cried my name
Out for a song
Now the streets are empty and the crowds they go
On home
With the rain on my face there's no place where
I belong
And my whole life consists of a story of poem
At a song
Now the truths I've tried to tell you are as
Distant as the moon
More than hundred years too late two hundred years too
Soon
I'm a child of the sage
Lord's been in the
Pages of a book
But when I'm dust and clay
Where other people stop
And to look
And will they marvel and the miracles
And perform into the
High size to spider
Oh will they take the pages of the book
To light of fire
With the rain on my face
There's no place where
I belong