A Million Faces At My Feet But

Some Of The Old Folk Singers Used To Phrase Things In An Interesting Way, And Then, I Got My Style From Seeing A Lot Of Outdoor-type Poets, Who Would Recite Their Poetry. When You Don't Have A Guitar, You Recite Things Differently, And There Used To Be Quite A Few Poets In The Jazz Clubs, Who Would Recite With A Different Type Of Attitude.

Heard Ten Thousand Whispering And Nobody Listening. Heard One Person Starve, I Heard Many People Laughing. Heard The Song Of A Poet Who Died In The Gutter.

Oh, God Said To Abraham, "kill Me A Son" Abe Said, "man, You Must Be Puttin' Me On" God Said, "no" Abe Say, "what?" God Say, "you Can Do What You Want, Abe, But The Next Time You See Me Comin', You Better Run" Well, Abe Said, "where D'you Want This Killin' Done?" God Said, "out On Highway 61".

The Dirt Of Gossip Blows Into My Face And The Dust Rumors Cover Me. But If The Arrow Is Straight And The Point Is Slick, It Can Pierce Through Dust No Matter How Thick.

It's Very Tiring Having Other People Tell You How Much They Dig You If You Yourself Don't Dig You.