The Ballad Of Sean Foley

Tom: E

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.