| Two packs of cigarettes a day
|
| The strongest whiskey
|
| Kentucky can make
|
| That's a recipe to put a vagabond
|
| On his hands and knees
|
| I watched it all up close,
|
| I knew him more than most
|
| I saw a side of him he never showed
|
| Full of sympathy for a world that
|
| Wouldn't let him be
|
| That's the man he was,
|
| Have you heard enough?
|
| What a shame, what a shame,
|
| To judge a life that you can't change
|
| The choir sings, the church bells ring
|
| So, won't you give this man his wings?
|
| What a shame to have to beg you to
|
| See we're all the same
|
| What a shame
|
| There's a hard life for every silver spoon
|
| There's a touch of grey for every shade
|
| Of blue
|
| That's the way that I see life
|
| If there was nothing wrong,
|
| Then there'd be nothing right
|
| And for this working man they say could
|
| Barely stand
|
| There's gotta be a better place to land
|
| Some kind of remedy for a world that
|
| Wouldn't let him be
|
| That's the man he was,
|
| Have you heard enough?
|
| What a shame, what a shame,
|
| To judge a life that you can't change
|
| The choir sings, the church bells ring
|
| So, won't you give this man his wings?
|
| What a shame to have to beg you to
|
| See we're all the same
|
| What a shame
|
| God forgive the hands that laid you down
|
| They never knew how, but your broken
|
| Heart can break the sound
|
| And change the season
|
| Now the leaves are falling faster,
|
| Happily ever after
|
| You gave me hope through your endeavors
|
| And now you will live forever
|
| What a shame, what a shame,
|
| To judge a life that you can't change
|
| The choir sings, the church bells ring
|
| So, won't you give this man his wings?
|
| What a shame to have to beg you to
|
| See we're all the same
|
| What a shame, what a shame
|
| 'Cause we're all the same
|
| What a shame, what a shame
|
| 'Cause we're all the same |