Story of the Man

This is the story of a man
Who's walkin' old days
With a guitar in his hand
Some might think he was on that train
He was leading by the moonshine
Are those men alive

Yeah this man was born in sorrow
He owned that thing
And urged to be someone
Just for the old days
Please let him go
He plays his guitar
Like a ringing' bell

Baby
I need you babe
Just waiting for the moonlight
Want to be alive
Oh Baby hey
Need somebody exquisit
In my home
This tired old man
Was walking all day
I need you babe
I need you babe