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A little song to get us into the spirit
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In the words of James Taylor, It's me and my guitar. Always in the same mood! Then again, maybe my guitar is just humoring me - sigh -
Just me, I'm an old Folksinger that still plays out once in a blue moon. Thank you for listening to my primitive acoustic songs. I am a retired Army Bandsman, a certified Wall Wacker, and am currently a teacher. Next time I retire I am going back into Folksinging. It's the perfect occupation really, no hope of fame and fortune and definately keeps me humble. Folksinging just naturally makes me a better person I s'pose.
Song Info
Genre
Pop • Christmas/Seasonal
Charts
Peak #192
Peak in subgenre #9
Author
Charles W - T Consaul
Rights
I wrote it, played it and sang it.
Uploaded
November 26, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:30
Story behind the song
The motivation should be pretty obvious. Not sure if this is one hundred percent Christmas, but it is darn close.
Lyrics
Was It Me Charles W - T Consaul When you were hungry, Out on the street Somebody kind gave you something to eat Helped you to get back up on your feet Was it me? When you were lost, Alone and confused Somebody saved you from being abused Took you in, though you were battered and bruised Was it me? If I did these things then you promised to save A place up in Heaven instead of the grave It's written in blood, So I kow that it's true But you never said which one would be you You lay in the ditch where they left you to die Till one righteous soul Heard your last desperate cry Came to your rescue and never asked why Was it me? Did I miss one chance? Did I turn my head? Pretend not to notice? Take the wide road instead? I pray that someday I can push out the door One tenth of the sins you've forgiven me for That smelly old begger that reeks of decay Who won't even ask if I'll brighten his day And really expects me to go on my way Is that you?
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