Lyrics

(prologue) He ain’t no Billy Joel, Johnny Cash or Paul Simon
But there he stands his guitar in hand
A young old man

(verse 1) He arrives at eight case in hand
By himself there is no band
Bartender points to a tiny stage then
Cracks some joke about his age he don’t
Care just glad to be there
Back’s a little bent and that’s alright
He has his friends there every night and he
Sings them oh can he
Sing them

(verse 2) Had a wife way back twenty years
Broke his spirit then disappeared
He put to songs his thirst for life
The price of pain and paradise and he
Bares them as he shares them
Fingers can’t fly and that’s alright
He has his friends there every night and he
Sings them oh can he
Sing them

(bridge) The map of time is etched upon his face
Crags and creases run every place
Got through war and learned to hate
Found Jesus then lost his faith

(verse 3) Voice is strained but melody grips
Seizes hearts between their sips
As he catches someone’s eye
Sees a tear they can’t deny

And he sings on and he plays on
Time has caught up it’s alright
He has his friends there every night and he
Sings them
Time has caught up it’s alright
He has his friends there every night and he
Sings them oh can he
Sing them

(outro) He ain’t no Billy Joel, Johnny Cash or Paul Simon
But there he stands his guitar in hand
A young old man