Harry James

Well I know a man named Harry James,
he sits by the sea and cries,
makes his livin’ sellin’ sunsets
and smiles from babies’ eyes.
Sand for a pillow,
a breeze for his drifting soul.
Harry James oh Harry James
life won’t you let him go.
Well I’m sure that there’s been women
and dances to meet the moon
but Harry he ain’t seen them
since the day he lost his tune.
He makes a “cheers” to an unknown voice
that he hears screamin’ loud,
but the bottle’s empty
yeah the wine’s all gone
from rounds and rounds gone down.
Well I know a man named Harry James,
he sits by the sea and cries,
makes his living sellin’ sunsets
and smiles from babies’ eyes.
Sand for a pillow,
a breeze for his drifting soul.
Harry James oh Harry James
life won’t you let him go.

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