Intro: C G Dm F (x2)
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He's got a broken voice and a twisted smile
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Guess he's been that wa y now for quite a while
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He's got blood on his shoes and mud on his brim
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Did he do it to himself or was it done to him
C G Dm F (x2) ...
And people think he don't look well
But all he needs from what I can tell
Is someone to help wash away all the paint
From his purple hands before it gets too late
I saw him stand alone under a broken street light
So sincere singing silent night
But the trees they were full and the grass was green
It was the sweetest thing I had ever seen
He may move slow
But that don't mean he's going nowhere
He may be moving slow
But that don't mean he's going nowhere