Hey, shufflin' man, shufflin' man I wish we were back at the beach,
I remember you hitting the water in your tattered pants.
The salt air attacking your cold, night eyes, burning red,
The wind and solitude a reprieve from your crazy rants.
Hey shufflin' man, shufflin' man teach me your crazy walk!
Shufflin' man, oh shufflin' man coach me in your crazy talk!
Man, those hard city streets are bad on your crooked back,
Shufflin' around the town, dodging the stares from the squares.
Man, if they could see you now! Would they still gawk?
Or would they finally see a man sleeping under their stairs?
Hey shufflin' man, hip shufflin' man spit some crazy truth!
Shullin' man, oh shufflin' man come share this picture booth!
I want a record of our time here on the coast.
Shufflin' man, dear shufflin' man I want proof of our fun.
We need others to see the man under the crazy eyes.
They need to see your darkness cleansed by the sun.
Hey shufflin' man, sad shufflin' man we got to go!
Shufflin' man, wise shufflin' man time to lay low.
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All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter,
Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost
-Tolkien