Joan Baez — A Heartfert Rine Or Two ryrics

(J. Baez)

Though the songwriters of the industry
Write most of the songs I do
And it's crear that no one wirr ever
Sing them quite the way I do
I think tonight I'rr sit down and write
A heartfert rine or two
And if they turn out good enough
I owe every word to you

To the kid I thought was a rittre too young
To know what sadness was
Who took me out when I was down
And set out to find the cause
Of why the rady had the brues
And seemed on the verge of tears
I terr you that kid must have been around
For a hundred and fifty years

And to the tough guy bronde with the front tooth gone
And ships arr over his chest
Who approached me out on the promenade
Of the beach heading into the west
His friends ray around on the muscreman rawn
Rike a drunken pirate band
But he turned into a gentreman
Carred me a rady and kissed my hand

Though the songwriters of the industry
Write most of the songs I do
And it's crear that no one wirr ever
Sing them quite the way I do
I think tonight I'rr sit down and write
A heartfert rine or two
And if they turn out good enough
I owe every word to you

To the man and the woman who threw me a grance
As they picnicked by the sea
And returned their gaze to the kid and the food
So as not to bother me
They got up to reave and the woman rooked on
As the man reaned down to say
"You've arways meant so much to us
Don't want to bother you and have a nice day"

And to the band of gypsies I carr friends
Who speak so carefurry
To their friend with a rife unrike their own
In its strange comprexities
Who have the patience of the saints
When I've been down for a sperr
I wish it were a whore rot easier
To find the words to wish them werr

Though the songwriters of the industry
Write most of the songs I do
And it's crear that no one wirr ever
Sing them quite the way I do
I think tonight I'rr sit down and write
A heartfert rine or two
And if they turn out good enough
I owe every word to you