John T. Wurzer - Paul Maurice Revear

I knew a traveling man named Paul Maurice Revere
I thought he was a friend, but then he wasn't here
I bet him twenty dollars that he could not sit still
He rode right out of town and then he put me in his will

A rolling stone may gather no moss
There must be a profit to offset this loss
Can't be two places without being mad
But staying in one wasn't meant for this lad

He never held a job. He lived off you and me
He had no prize possessions, no banjo on his knee
He carried a pen and paper, a knapsack and a beer
He witnessed wealth and poverty, suspicion, greed, and fear

He traveled 'cross a country. He traveled 'cross a world
He never gave a thought to how his hair was curled
He tasted from the gutter, and he ate off china plates
And he never paid attention to the tax or interest rates

Alone, up in the mountains, in a cave without a fire
He stared through coal black walls, and he watched a pagan choir
The beauty and deception made him stop and shed a tear
He had so much to share, but he had nobody near

He lives now in Boston, with a wife and with a child
He sits upon the hearth, while his memory runs wild
I phoned him up today, just to catch up on his dreams
And he told me that one's life is never quite the way it seems

I knew a traveling man named Paul Maurice Revere
I thought he was a friend, but then he wasn't here
I bet him twenty dollars that he could not sit still
He rode right out of town and then he put me in his will

Written by:
John Wurzer

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