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The Ballad Of Sean Foley

Maria Taylor
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Fell  down from your haven.
To  an empire cityscape.
Someone  asked him for directions.
He  would always know the way.
Offer  you his raincoat.
Let  you hide under his hat.
If  you can't walk from whiskey.
He'll  just throw you on his back.
And  then away you'll  go.
Through  the crowd  gathered below.
To  the spinning wheels.
Of  your mobile home.
And  he'll watch you sleep.
 Like a guardian angel.
Stays  inside the music.
Sometimes  steps outside the law.
Always  in the name of justice.
Still  believes in the lost cause.
Distract  you with a story.
Always  tries to make you laugh.
He  brings people together.
Like  Gertrude Stein and Mama Cass.
And  he says, "My  friends are yours,
This  town's full  of open doors
To  the sold-out shows,
Eighth  bungalows,
And  the lonesome smokes,
 In this tiny studio."
Always  finds a muse.
Everywhere  he goes.
Whether  it's the  blues.
Or  some abandoned  showtune.
Learned  how to be selfless,
How  to love what wasn't there,
But  never dwell upon it.
Just  embrace what's everywhere.
People  busking in the subway.
Mc's  freestyle in the park.
Heard  a kid from martha's vineyard,
Made  him turn around his car.
And  away he goes
To  the local radio
Saying,  "What's that  sound?
I'd  like to know,
And  this might sound strange,
 But I just can't  let it go."
Guess  every sinner  needs  a saint.
 Guess every sinner needs a saint.
 Guess every sinner needs a saint.
 Says everybody is the same.

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Readable chord sheet for The Ballad Of Sean Foley by Maria Taylor

[F]Fell down from your haven.
[C]To an empire cityscape.
[Dm]Someone asked him for directions.
[C]He would always know the way.
[F]Offer you his raincoat.
[C]Let you hide under his hat.
[Dm]If you can't walk from whiskey.
[C]He'll just throw you on his back.

[Am]And then away yo[F]u'll go.
[Am]Through the crow[F]d gathered below.
[Am]To the spinning [C]wheels.
[Am]Of your mobile h[C]ome.
[Dm]And he'll watch you sleep.
Like a guardian [C]angel.

[F]Stays inside the music.
[C]Sometimes steps outside the law.
[Dm]Always in the name of justice.
[C]Still believes in the lost cause.
[F]Distract you with a story.
[C]Always tries to make you laugh.
[Dm]He brings people together.
[C]Like Gertrude Stein and Mama Cass.

[Am]And he says, "My[F] friends are yours,
[Am]This town's full[F] of open doors
[Am]To the sold-out [C]shows,
[Am]Eighth bungalows[C],
[Dm]And the lonesome smokes,
In this tiny stu[C]dio."

[F]Always finds a m[Am]use.
[F]Everywhere he go[Am]es.
[F]Whether it's the[Am] blues.
[F]Or some abandone[Am]d s[Dm]howtune.

[F]Learned how to be selfless,
[C]How to love what wasn't there,
[Dm]But never dwell upon it.
[C]Just embrace what's everywhere.
[F]People busking in the subway.
[C]Mc's freestyle in the park.
[Dm]Heard a kid from martha's vineyard,
[C]Made him turn around his car.

[Am]And away he goes[F]
[Am]To the local rad[F]io
[Am]Saying, "What's [C]that sound?
[Am]I'd like to know[C],
[Dm]And this might sound strange,
But I just can't[C] let it go."

[F]Guess every sinn[C]er needs[Dm] a saint.
Guess every sinner needs a saint.
Guess every sinner needs a saint.
Says everybody is the same.

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