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An artist seeking inspiration searches his soul. |
| I wish I were an artist Whose only cause was to express Traveling around the world In search of inspiration I'd sleep out side And explore the city streets I'd tell a tale Of a man sent straight to hell Maybe I met him in Missouri It was winter last I saw He's hung since before fall This is all I know And how the story goes They found a note "You'll find me hung for summertime leave my body hang to shine with the sunrise and sparkle with the starlight glimmer before day break I'll be the valley's trophy keep me as a keepsake." Oh I wish I were an artist Whose only cause was to express Traveling around the world In search of inspiration I'd sleep out side And explore the city streets Oh I wish I were on artist |