Dutchman

A Bunch of guys was in this bar room

Most of them had been there half the day

They'd been telling jokes and fairy tales

Lying just to pass the time away

Then suddenly someone cracked the bar room door

And then pushed it open wide

And this huge tall dark dude

Bowed his head and stepped inside

I wonder where he's from?

Some blonde asked.

The wind must have blown him in

But an old Dutchman offered him a drink.

What will it be, whisky rum or gin?

Sick and fido" a redhead shouted

Show his way back to the street."

But the Great Dane just walked over and licked his hand

And lay down at his feet

He said, "if you spare me that drink Dutchman,

I promise I tell you how

That I came to be the helpless sight that stands before you now"

I used to be an artist, not one who sits and fiddle on the kerb

But in my day and time

My music was considered superb

I wrote a song about a poor kid

Raised down in New Orleans

It didn't make the hall of fame,

But it bought us shrimp, rice and beans

He kept at it until he made the big time,

Playing town after town

Until he met a woman he fell in love with

And it really turned his life around

She had eyes like Cleopatra

And a head of luxurious hair,

With the brilliance of her beauty

None other could compare

When she lifted her eyes to his,

Her lips would fall apart

Each time she allowed him kiss her,

It near petrified his heart

But when he ask her would she marry him,

He'd give her everything he had!

She turned and walked away

And it nearly drove him mad

He promised her a half a million

And would even pay in advance,

If she would let him prove himself

Or at least give him a chance

And if he should go blind and hand to use his hands to feel,

He would hire someone to do her work

And prepare her every meal

How could a man love a woman so much?

Not one of you would think!

Well, I did and I still do

Hey Dutchman, you promised me a drink!