Phil Brown
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[Verse 1] I knew a painter in my younger days A man who lived with brushes, sticks and stones His days were filled with canvas scenes Of browns and blues and meadow greens And the world just passed on by his door He lived, but lived alone [Verse 2] And he'd come to town With his old wool cap pulled down Surrounded by the dogs that were his friends At times too drunk to stand He'd shake familiar hands Sit around the Esso station, 'til his loneliness would end [Verse 3] And I knew a painter in my reckless days Bristle bearded, humble on his feet A sympathetic, sad old elf He knew me better than I knew myself In the last days of my boyhood In the time upon the street [Verse 4] And long through the night A faded yellow light Would burn inside the room where he would stand And play the old Victrola And drink his rusty wine And conduct the Mozart music with his heart and shakin' hand [Verse 5] But he could paint a picture And he could capture life And no one ever felt things more than he He was never much for roses He'd sooner paint the thorns 'Cause he found a keener beauty there that no one else could see [Verse 6] Someone bought the house he lived in And painted up the room he died in And then swept away the cobwebs and the dust from off the floor The children laugh, the seasons run Young lovers roll in midnight fun But no one loves more than the one who paints the world no more [Verse 4] And long through the night A faded yellow light Would burn inside the room where he would stand And play the old Victrola And drink his rusty wine And conduct the Mozart music with his heart and shaking hand
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- David Mallett