he leans on out to time cruel dances left behind
he sees her from bar so close and yet so far
if only this guitar could play how great thou art
he's wearing his heart on his sleeve, wearing his sleeve on his heart...
old ben mcgee, listen to me
on a black horse thats running
down the street
old ben mcgee, listen to me
this pains I cant carry
or receive
he dreams to take her hand and dreams of wedding bands
but he is just a man , a thousand grains of sand
and she is such a sight - as beautiful as night
an angel dressed in white - the soul would sacrafice
he's wearing his heart on his sleeve, wearing his sleeve on his heart...
old ben mcgee, listen to me
on a black horse thats running
down the street
old ben mcgee, listen to me
this pains I cant carry
or receive
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