EVERY PICTURE TELLS A STORY
Rod Stewart & Ron Wood
also - The Georgia Satellites, Robin McAuley, Wendy Ellen Mullen
Spent some time feelin' inferior
standing in front of my mirror.
Combed my hair in a thousand ways
but I came out looking just the same.
Daddy said, "Son, you better see the world.
I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave.
But remember one thing don't lose your head
to a woman that'll spend your bread".
So I got out.
Paris was a place you could hide away,
if you felt you didn't fit in.
French police wouldn't give me no peace,
they claimed I was a nasty person.
Down along the Left Bank minding my own,
Was knocked down by a human stampede.
Got arrested for inciting a peaceful riot,
when all I wanted was a cup of tea.
I was accused.
I moved on.
Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough,
of the things that keeps a young man alive.
My body stunk but I kept my funk,
at a time when I was right out of luck.
Getting desperate indeed I was.
Looking like a tourist attraction.
Oh my dear I better get out of here,
'for the Vatican don't give no sanction.
I wasn't ready for that, no no.
I moved right out east yeah!
On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry,
sailing on my way back here.
I fell in love with a slit eyed lady
by the light of an eastern moon.
Shanghai Lil never used the pill
She claimed that it just ain't natural.
She took me up on deck and bit my neck
Oh people I was glad I found her.
Oh yeah I was glad I found her
I firmly believe that I didn't need anyone but me
I sincerely thought I was so complete
Look how wrong you can be
The women I've known I wouldn't let tie my shoe
They wouldn't give you the time of day
But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet
God I was glad I found her
And if they had the words I could tell to you
to help you on the way down the road
I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats
'cause it's all been said before
Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off
You didn't have to come here anyway
So remember, every picture tells a story don't it.
Every picture tells a story donít it.
Every picture tells a story donít it. (repeat fade)
(Contributed by Tim Householder - April 2010)