A Singer & Nothing More

Dedicated to Bob Dylan

He had stood 50 miles atop the mountains

Singing on 'bout his trials 

And the marching men

From atop the mountains

He had come from a town far off any road

And he moved to the mound

Of the cities with hangin' clothes 

From a town far off any road

The bar was lit by a little lamplight

He stood on the stage singin' his bit

His voice had no sign of might

In the bar with a lamplight

Though he did not quit an' kept strummin'

He knew what it was he wanted to get 

An' then the men saw him livin' 

He did not quit an' kept strummin'

In a song of a different world

People guessed what was wrong

They all lived life in a hurl

Singin' of a different world 

He stood 50 miles atop the mountians

Singin' 'about his tirals 

An' the marchin' men

From atop the mountains 

Being charred and tattered, no one askin' what's the matter

He returned home and countinied to be hunted 

Some would've called him the mad hatter

Being chased and tattered, no one askin' what's the matter

he stood 50 miles atop the mountains 

Singin' louder than a million quakes

He never knew a true group of men

Who saw his words as the same

He was always stabbed in the maine