The Ballad Of Sean Foley F Fell down from your haven. C To an empire cityscape. Dm Someone asked him for directions. C He would always know the way. F Offer you his raincoat. C Let you hide under his hat. Dm If you can't walk from whiskey. C He'll just throw you on his back. Am F And then away you'll go. Am F Through the crowd gathered below. Am C To the spinning wheels. Am C Of your mobile home. Dm And he'll watch you sleep. C Like a guardian angel. F Stays inside the music. C Sometimes steps outside the law. Dm Always in the name of justice. C Still believes in the lost cause. F Distract you with a story. C Always tries to make you laugh. Dm He brings people together. C Like Gertrude Stein and Mama Cass. Am F And he says, "My friends are yours, Am F This town's full of open doors Am C To the sold-out shows, Am C Eighth bungalows, Dm And the lonesome smokes, C In this tiny studio." F Am Always finds a muse. F Am Everywhere he goes. F Am Whether it's the blues. F Am Dm Or some abandoned showtune. F Learned how to be selfless, C How to love what wasn't there, Dm But never dwell upon it. C Just embrace what's everywhere. F People busking in the subway. C Mc's freestyle in the park. Dm Heard a kid from martha's vineyard, C Made him turn around his car. Am F And away he goes Am F To the local radio Am C Saying, "What's that sound? Am C I'd like to know, Dm And this might sound strange, C But I just can't let it go." F C Dm Guess every sinner needs a saint. Guess every sinner needs a saint. Guess every sinner needs a saint. Says everybody is the same.
