John Wesley Harding - Famous Man Lyrics
Mother, last night I shot a famous manHis music, his life, I was his greatest fanMother, I'm sorry for all the things that I didI've been hiding it all of my life, shouldave kept it still hidShould've kept it still hidMother, last night I shot a famous manAin't it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he canWhen I raise my voice, it's a small feeble sound in the windTo make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to beginYou must know where to beginMother, last night I shot a famous manBut today I can't say it all went according to planHe just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyesNow I know how he felt every day til he diedEvery day til he diedMother, well now people listen to meI'm the King of America, some say that I'm the King of ComedyMother, now that I know what it means to be heardI wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitarAnd I wish that I'd swallowed my wordsWished I'd swallowed my wordsMother, I knew him, but he never knew me