John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
John Wesley Harding
[Intro]
Uh, last night I shot someone
And I feel—and today I wrote his biography
Tomorrow I'm gonna die drunk
This song's called "Famous Man"
[Verse 1]
Mother, last night I shot a famous man
His music, his life, well I was his greatest fan
Mother, now I'm sorry for the things that I did
I've been hiding it all of my life, should've kept it still hid
Should've kept it still hid
[Verse 2]
Mother, last night I shot a famous man
Ain't it funny the things a man does 'cause he knows that he can
When I raise my voice, it's a small feeble sound in the wind
To make yourself heard in this big bad world
You must know where to begin
You must know where to begin
[Verse 3]
Mother, last night I shot a famous man
But today I can't say it all went according to plan
He just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyes
Now I know how he felt every day till he died
Every day till he died
[Verse 4]
Mother, well now people listen to me
I'm the king of America, some say that I'm the king of comedy
Mother, now that I know what it means to be heard
I wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitar
And I wish that I'd swallowed my words
Wished I'd swallowed my words
[Outro]
Mother, I knew him, but he never knew me (Ah)
Famous Man was written by John Wesley Harding.
Famous Man was produced by John Wesley Harding.