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  1. The Man

From the album My September

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Written by Joanne Stacey

Lyrics

THE MAN

THERE’S AN OLD MAN LOOKING OUT ACROSS HIS LAND
THROUGH SMOKY EYES OF GREY, HE CAN SEE
ROLLING FIELDS OF GREEN WHERE THERE ONCE WAS MOSTLY SAND
IT WAS HERE THAT HE BECAME A MAN

FIFTY YEARS AGO WITH A SHOVEL AND A HOE
AND A POCKET FULL OF DREAMS HE COULD GROW
HE CAME TO THIS PLACE WITH A YOUNG WIFE AND A PLAN
IT WAS HERE THAT HE BECAME A MAN

HE DANCED ‘NEATH THE SILVERY MOON
HE LOVED ON THAT PORCH SWING IN JUNE
HE PRAYED FOR SOME RAIN FOR THE CORN
AND HE CRIED WHEN HIS FIRST CHILD WAS BORN

NOW HE STANDS ALONE ON THE SOIL HE HAS SOWN
THE MEMORIES RUN LIKE WILDFIRE THROUGH HIS HEAD
FROM HIS TOIL AND HIS TEARS HE HAS COME TO UNDERSTAND
IT WAS HERE THAT HE BECAME A MAN

HE LAUGHED WHEN THE OLD BARN FELL DOWN
HE HURT WHEN HIS GIRL MOVED TO TOWN
HE GLOWED ON HIS SON’S WEDDING DAY
HE WEPT WHEN HIS SWEET WIFE PASSED AWAY

THERE’S AN OLD MAN LOOKING OUT ACROSS HIS LAND
A SINGLE TEAR ROLLS DOWN HIS WEATHERED CHEEK
CUZ HE’S MOVING ON, YES, HE’S DONE ALL THAT HE CAN
IN THIS PLACE WHERE HE BECAME A MAN

YES, HE’S MOVING ON CUZ HE’S DONE ALL THAT HE CAN
IN THIS PLACE WHERE HE BECAME A MAN