Older man earnest singin'
With someone's soul on his sleeve,
His music closes my eyes
And it's makin' me believe
Harmonica tun, sway,
To the peaceful lullaby,
Wry smiles to the crowd, hey,
As the strangers wander by...
Staring off to the right,
Nimble fingers know the way,
Happy place momentarily,
Light fading from our day.
Decked in confidence,
And a jacket, loving leather,
Taking us away with him,
Together we float, together...
His voice a sandy memory,
Of faded life in yesterday,
A comforting father figure,
With a tender musical ear.
Keep me floatin' Mr. Tuneful,
Strum on, sing on and play,
Show me this happy kind of life,
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