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January 21, 2008
Mr. Ford
It was Before we rode the third coast,
It was Before we lost ourselves in the music,
It was back when she was our angel,
That Whitey was singing the blues.
Now Whitey knew what it was like,
He knew the pain,
He saw the tears.
He saw rich men,
He saw them beg,
Whitey heard honest men,
Whitey heard them lie.
But remember,
Whitey knew what it was like.
He knew the glory,
He heard the laugh.
He saw losers,
But he saw them win,
Whitey saw sad men,
But Whitey, Whitey saw them grin.
Yet it wasn’t for them,
Not the rich man,
Nor the honest
But for the losers,
And the sad.
It was for a beggar,
For Mary,
And it was for Max
It was for what it was like
That Whitey Ford was singing the blues
Posted by ctcamp at January 21, 2008 12:51 PM