This is the story of a man

Who’s walkin’ old days

With a guitar in his hand

Some might think he was on that train

He was leading by the moonshine

Are those men alive

Yeah this man was born in sorrow

He owned that thing

And urged to be someone

Just for the old days

Please let him go

He plays his guitar

Like a ringing’ bell

Baby

I need you babe

Just waiting for the moonlight

Want to be alive

Oh Baby hey

Need somebody exquisit

In my home

This tired old man

Was walking all day

I need you babe

I need you babe