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Folk Singer

This song is by Brendan Benson and appears on the album Lapalco (2002) and on the EP Folk Singer EP (2002).

Like a folk singer's song, I'm moving on
And I'm not the kind of man that acts very strong
When the girls are looking on
When the girls are looking on

If you tied my hands and put chains on my feet
I could picture myself walking down any street
Telling pople that I meet,
"Psst, looks like rain to me"

Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven
Ain't got time for my bed-in
She said, "Stop pretendin'
You're not John Lennon"

Will I ever get over this,
Having tasted your lips with a kiss?
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrists
And drop your fists

Soon as I'm well I'm gonna leave my house
Become more of a man and less like a mouse
Drive my car down south to the Mississippi's mouth
In the Gulf of Mexico I'll be soused

Every girl I made in the shade of Esplanade
I've saved in a song that I play when I'm afraid
Of a full scale air-raid
From the choices that I've made

Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven
Ain't got time for my bed-in
She said, "Stop pretendin'
You're not John Lennon"

Will I ever get over this,
Having tasted your lips with a kiss?
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrists
And drop your fists

No matter how much you take of each song that I make
I'm not fragile, I don't break and I'm down at the lake
And I hope some day you'll have it made
With all that money that you make

It was fun while it lasted and then it was blasted
Right out of the water and into fantastic
Now he feels shafted and she's already past it
She's like elastic and he just seems spastic

Every single day at eleven I'm home in bed in sleep heaven
Alone 'cause my girl leaves at seven
Ain't got time for my bed-in
She said, "Stop pretendin'
You're not John Lennon"

Will I ever get over this,
Having tasted your lips with a kiss?
You can cross me off your list
Take these cuffs from off my wrists
And drop your fists

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