Nana Mouskouri - Dignity Lyrics
Fat man lookin' in a blade of steelThin man lookin' at his last mealHollow man lookin' in a cottonfieldFor dignityWise man lookin' in a blade of grassYoung man lookin' in the shadows that passPoor man lookin' through painted glassFor dignitySomebody got murdered on New Year's EveSomebody said dignity was the first to leaveI went into the city, went into the townWent into the land of the midnight sunSearchin' high, searchin' lowSearchin' everywhere I knowAskin' the cops wherever I goHave you seen DignityBlind man breakin' out of a trance,Puts both his hands in the pocket of chanceHopin' to find one circumstanceOf dignityI went to the wedding of Mary-LouShe said I don't want nobody see me talkin to youSaid she could get killed if she told me what she knewAbout dignityI went down where the vultures feedI would've gone deeper, but there wasn't any needHeard the tongues of angels and the tongues of menWasn't any difference to meChilly wind sharp as a razor bladeHouse on fire, debts unpaidGonna stand at the window, gonna ask the maidHave you seen dignityDrinkin' man listens to the voice he hearsIn a crowded room full of covered up mirrorsLookin' into the lost forgotten yearsFor dignityMet Prince Phillip at the home of the bluesSaid he'd give me information if his name wasn't usedHe wanted money up front, said he was abusedBy dignityFootprints runnin' cross the silver sandSteps goin' down into tatoo landI met the sons of darkness and the sons of lightIn the bordertowns of despairGot no place to fade, got no coatI'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boatTryin' to read a note somebody wroteAbout dignitySick man lookin' for the doctor's cureLookin' at his hands for the lines that wereAnd into every masterpiece of literatureFor dignityEnglishman stranded in the blackheart windCombin his hair back his future looks thinBites the bullet and he looks withinFor dignitySomeone showed me a picture and I just laughedDignity never been photographedI went into the red, Iwent into the blackInto the valley of dry bone dreamsSo many roads, so much at stake, so many dead endsI'm at the edge of the lakeSometimes I wonder what it's gonna takeTo find dignity(Bob Dylan)
