Famous Man — текст песни (John Wesley Harding)

Mother, last night I shot a famous man
His music, his life, I was his greatest fan
Mother, I`m sorry for all the things that I did
I`ve been hiding it all of my life, shouldГЊve kept it still hid
Should`ve kept it still hid

Mother, last night I shot a famous man
Ain`t it funny the things a man does cos 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

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 til he died
Every day til he died

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

Mother, I knew him, but he never knew me