i had hard times in the city
because nobody knew my name
i got no invitations
i was playing a losing game
i would tell a joke for a nickel
i would sing a song for a dime
i got a million more just like that
but no one will give me the time
i am a stranger here myself
i suspect you are one too
it does not really matter
as long as our hearts are true
i was born in the country
and hitched a ride to town
michael held a flaming sword
gabriel wore a frown
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