John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
All around somebody else's pad
You stumble as you chase the latest fad
Don't look confused with all the things you find
Just wait until the crowd makes up your mind
Coming back repeating every word
Repeating all the things you overheard
The bandwagons rumble past I sit here on the curb
And like an echo, you are like unto a mockingbird
As long as you can sing their style of song
You won't be lonely you can tag along
Pasted on your face a sickly grin
Hoping that someone will say you're in
Dark eyes shifting round take in a lot
Noting who is here and then who's not
Careful that you keep your standing clear
Away from those with whom you can't be seen
Coming back repeating every word
Repeating all the things you overheard
The bandwagons rumble past I sit here on the curb
And like an echo, you are like unto a mockingbird
Here lately you don't speak or even look
Because my name's not written in their book
But if they turn my different ways to see
You'd be the first to proudly stand by me
Coming back repeating every word
Repeating all the things you overheard
The bandwagons rumble past I sit here on the curb
And like an echo, you are like unto a mockingbird
Like Unto a Mockingbird was written by John Hartford.
Like Unto a Mockingbird was produced by Felton Jarvis.