Ellis Paul - Town Crier Lyrics
Now summer had been no friend to him and fall was looming coldThere was a pocket of warm near a jewelry store sellin things of goldSo he sat himself beneath the sign in the window; it said Well made soldJim Weston was a local cop, only 24 years oldGot a call from the jewelry store, the same old message toldMust be a million times, wish hed had a dime for every stop at that shop of gold[Chorus]But all is well, all is wellAll except for the town crierBut hey, hed never tellYou see he cries in his sleepAnd lies when he speaksAll is wellSo the old man says, Nice to see you, Jim.And Jim smiled cause the whole town knew his nameBut he couldnt recall that of the man who was sittin out in the rainAnd his face was flushed with the blood of a heart of shameYou gotta get going old man, this aint no place for you.The owners of the shop have complained.The old man pulls himself up and says, Well, thats just the same.Even a warm grate in a slab of concretes no place for a man with no name.[Repeat Chorus]
