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
Chorus:
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
Chorus
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
By Arlo Guthrie 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 Chorus: 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 Chorus 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 Explain Request ×
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