This is the story of a man
Who’s walkin’ all day
With a guitar in his hand
Some might think he was on that train
He was living by the moonshine
Are those men alive ?
Yeah this man was born in sorrow
He owned that thing
And he urged to be someone
Just for old days
Please let him go
He plays his guitar
like a ringing’ bell
like ringing my belle
Oh Baby
The story of my man
The story of the man
Oh this man
Was born in sorrow
Story of the man
Please let him go
Please let him go