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18 YEARS AGO

Copyright 1976 - 2011 Robert E. Shandor

 

Well I wouldn't say that I've been wrong

For standin' here just a-singin' my song

Collectin' money from folks who pass my way

'Cause I've been doin' it now for quite some time

But I'm a poet without a rhyme

Until today I never questioned why

 

Well I left one mornin', a Sunday past

I had no plans for travelin' fast

I pitched my camp wherever I would be

When I left I thought that I'd be a star

And send for you from near or far

As you see things didn't work that way for me

 

And you don't know what I've been through

I should have come on back to you

Long ago...

Whoa, so long ago

 

You know I always had the thought

That I'd do good and make a lot, yeah

Then settle down to a family and a home

But my lucky break just never came

So I've been standin' out in the rain

To drown those tears I cried at bein' alone

 

Whoa, but I still wouldn't say that I've been wrong

For standin' here just a-singin' my song

Collectin' money from folks who pass my way

And though it was eighteen years ago

And where they went, well I just don't know...

But I do remember half the tunes that I've played

 

And you don't know what I've been through

I should have come on back to you

Long ago...

Whoa, so long ago

 

Whoa, but I still wouldn't say that I've been wrong

For standin' here just a-singin' my song

Collectin' money from folks who pass my way

And though it was eighteen years ago

And where they went, well I just don't know...

But I do remember half the tunes that I've played

 

And you don't know what I've been through

I should have come on back to you

Long ago...

Whoa, so long ago

 

And you don't know what I've been through

I should have come on back to you

Long ago...

Whoa, so long ago