jacob hutto – the man with the tunes from a tiny guitar lyrics
a merchant out in the west
tells me of a man
caressed by a widower’s dress
he speaks his peace
out in the daylight
barren wastelands
a weapon all held up
in his hands
he speaks his peace
through tiny instruments
he’s the man
with the tunes
from a tiny guitar
no he’s not going far
no no he’s not going far
but he’s dreaming of a better life
not being a slave to an empire
where the luxuries of cheap
and the freedoms are free
or so they say
there’s no comfort in his eyes
with his freedoms undermined
with no other place to find
’cause it’s all up in his mind
out in the daylight
barren wastelands
a weapon all held up
in his hands
he speaks his peace
through tiny increments
he’s the man
with the tunes
from a tiny guitar
no he’s not going far
no no he’s not going far
but he’s dreaming of a better life
not being a slave to an empire
where the luxuries of cheap
and the freedoms are free
or so they say
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- j-money – haters lyrics
- ade – hollywood lyrics
- antzy samiou – ποιος (poios) lyrics
- christina sophia – tonight is my night lyrics
- sunless ’97 – body weather lyrics