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The Poet's Great Romance
If an outlaw carried only words into his final stand, would the outcome be different?
AM – vocals, acoustic and electric guitar
Danny Knicely – mandolin, bass
N. Scott Robinson - bass drum, cajon, foot maraca
Words & music A. McKnight, ©2003 Catalooch Music, BMI
Verse 1
Nightbird sings its mournful song, rooftop rain lasts too long
droplet drumbeats in my head, with all the words I should have said
Slipped out with my fallen pride, the door I walked out locked behind
though these scraps of grace I've saved, Intention's road is freshly paved
Pre-Chorus
I have found no magic garden wander though I will
there is no land of Eden waiting, over the hill
Chorus
So I'm hiding out here, underneath the moon
I know the light of reckoning is rising soon
Someday they'll tell the tale of this tragic circumstance
the outlaw's last escape, the poet's great romance
Instrumental
Verse 2
no one saw the final stand, no glory blazing at the end
twisted up like Texas wind, all that's left of all I've been
Pre-Chorus
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