Lonesome Picker

(альбом: Jim Sullivan - 1972)

I often get the feeling that I'm talking to the wind and no one hears
No one listens in
Then I start singing songs and music makes the whole world feel like home
Sing a song and you're not alone

Lilly McLean, you are standing in the rain and you are cold
Hungry and afraid
And you're waiting for the sunrise, the sunrise makes you feel very small
Darling Lilly, aren't we all?

Oh I'm believing, believing
Believing that when I'm dead and gone
Baby, some lonesome picker will find some healing in this song

Yeah Julie get the gun, and throw it in the river, let it roll
Far on out to sea
Let it carry the confusion, all the worry and the hatred here in me
A river rolling out to sea

Oh I'm believing, believing
Believing that when I'm dead and gone
Baby, some lonesome picker will find some healing in this song
Yeah maybe some lonesome picker gonna find some healing in this song
Baby, some lonesome picker just like me