The Painted Roses - The Sad Man Lyrics

The morning sun heats up
The city smells just like gasoline and cigarettes
One by one no smiles
The people pass by like rows of toy soldiers

Old news open wounds
Eatin out my hand like a one trick pony
Put me wise put me down
Gun to my nose like a wolf in sheep's clothing

Too many mornings I I had to shake off the feeling that all I am
Is a grain of sand in your shoes

Oh well, oh well, might as well try my best
Not to get too worked up honey
Oh I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man
I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man

No stars night sky
Aint nothin change like a poor man's weather
Epic love sailed ships
Whispered winds lie like a pack of sleeping dogs

Too many mornings I I had to bend over backwards to stand up tall
Only to fall, on my face

Oh well, oh well, might as well try my best
Not to get too worked up honey
Oh I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man
I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man
I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man
I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man, I'm a sad man