The Man From God Knows Where

Intro () x2 Verse Come gather round me children, a story I will tell I've been around since Jesus met the woman at the well I've walked these roads ten thousand years, I'm a ragtime millionaire I'm the rake and the ramblin saint. I am the man from God knows where Oh, they hung me in Downpatrick, up near St.Patrick's tomb But my ghost rose up in the peat fire smoke toward the rising of the moon Now as I drift through your villages, all the maidens stop and stare "There goes old Tom, the vagabond, he's the man from God knows where" So it's rise up all you ancestors, and dance upon your graves I've come to hear your voices, now, so maybe I'll be saved Cursed are we who forget the past, but pray and don't despair My song might haunt your dreams tonight, I'm the man from God knows where I've slept beneath your bridges, near your oil refineries I've gambled on your river boats, Shenandoah; Kanakee I'm the homeless lad, I'm an orphan child, leaves of grass sewn through my hair Yeah, me and old Walt Whitman, we're the men from God knows where I've rode the rods on steam trains with a banjo on my knee While the voice of Stephen Foster, whisperd songs to me Of the storefront church and the chain gang choir; Black sorrow filled the air Then Stephen died on a doss house floor, like a man from God knows where I've heard the sound of Indian drums I've heard the bugles blow Before they re'wrote history, into a Wild West Show My kin sailed toward America, to steal their Indian ground They passed Bill Cody's circus ships, European bound So lock up all your daughters, your whiskey and your gold I have come to claim my bounty, for the lies that I've been told And as I look out on this crowd tonight, I see most of you don't care Come lift your glass, reveal your past, to the man from God knows where