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Well I'll sing you the story of a sorrowful lad
He had everything he wanted, didn't want what he had
He had wealth and pelf and fame and name and all of that noise
But he didn't have none of those simple joys
His life seemed purposeless and flat
Aren't you glad you don't feel like that?
So he ran from all the deeds he'd done
He ran from things he'd just begun
He ran from himself, which was mighty far to run
Out into the country where he played as a boy
He knew he had to find him some simple joy
He wanted someplace warm and green
We all could use a change of scene
Sweet summer evenings, hot wine and bread
Sharing your supper, sharing your bed
Simple joys have a simple voice
That says, "why not go ahead?"
And wouldn't you
Rather be a left-handed flea
Or a crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
Than a man who never learns how to be free
Not till he's cold and dead
Well I'll sing you the story of a sorrowful lad
He had everything he wanted, didn't want what he had
He had wealth and pelf and fame and name and all of that noise
But he didn't have none of those simple joys
His life seemed purposeless and flat
Aren't you glad you don't feel like that?
So he ran from all the deeds he'd done
He ran from things he'd just begun
He ran from himself, which was mighty far to run
Out into the country where he played as a boy
He knew he had to find him some simple joy
He wanted someplace warm and green
We all could use a change of scene
Sweet summer evenings, hot wine and bread
Sharing your supper, sharing your bed
Simple joys have a simple voice
That says, "why not go ahead?"
And wouldn't you
Rather be a left-handed flea
Or a crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea
Than a man who never learns how to be free
Not till he's cold and dead
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