Ron Davies and Jeff Silbar
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So that's where my head was at, in a book and a funky hat
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On the road with Kerouac, searching for the truth
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Sometimes I'm amazed, looking back at a certain phase
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Wet my thumb and I turn the page, oh, what was I trying to prove?
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Chorus:
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I just shake my head and I laugh, at a faded photograph
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Of a total stranger staring back at me
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Now there's no man stranger to himself,
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Than the man he used to be
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There's a closet full of worn out boots, skeletons and three-piece suits
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A million hats and attitudes and very few regrets
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And here I stand in faded jeans, an old t-shirt that don't say a thing
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And who knows what tomorrow brings, it ain't over yet
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Chorus
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No some folks get me confused, with someone they once knew
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I know the guy they're referring to, but he ain't been round for years
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Chorus
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I can see it in the eyes, it was a whole other life
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Now there's no man stranger to himself
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No man stranger to himself, than the man he used to be
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The Man He Used To Be
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
