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, shouldÃve 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
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- Miscellaneous
- Who Was Changed & Who Was Dead
- The Name Above the Title
- Awake
- Awake (The New Edition)
- It Happened One Night & It Never Happened At All
- The Sound of His Own Voice
- Sing Your Own Song
- Yep Roc 2012 Spring Sampler
- High Fidelity
- God Made Me Do It- The Christmas EP
- Uncut 2003.04: Born to Run
- Dynablob 4: Swings and Roundabouts
- The Confessions of St. Ace
- Trad Arr Jones (new edition)
- Here Comes the Groom
- It Happened One Night
- Just Say Yes, Volume IV: Just Say Da
- Live at the World Café, Volume 3
- One Step Up/Two Steps Back: The Songs of Bruce Springsteen