Lyrics

He’s got a crimson red tattoo,
Keeps it hidden just above his T Shirt sleeve;
It's a broken heart and the inscription reads,
No love songs, if you please.

But he don't really mean that,
It’s his only cheeky tongue;
He stands up and sings for them every night,
He's the man of a thousand songs.

He knows the streets like he knows his last name,
He knows the city from the wrong side out;
He knows that time is cruel, and any man's a fool,
Who hides the truth behind his mouth.

He knows the Duke of Earl, he knows My Girl,
And the House of the Rising Sun;
And the opening line on his marquee sign reads:
The man of a Thousand Songs.

He knows an old hotel where the desk clerk
will sell your soul back reasonably cheap;
Or this guy you can call when you're
crawling a wall and the whole town's asleep.

He don't promise what he don't deliver,
He keeps it all in the easy keys;
He don't dream beyond his expectations,
But he's got the stance down to a T.

He got a friend in the backstage alley,
Got just the thing to make the night move along;
He's taken all requests as you might have guessed,
He's the man of a thousand songs.

He knows an old hotel where the desk clerk
will sell your soul back reasonably cheap;
Or this guy you can call when you're
crawling a wall and the whole town's asleep.

He don't promise what he don't deliver,
He keeps it all in the easy keys;
He don't dream beyond his expectations,
But he's got the stance down to a T.

He got a friend in the backstage alley,
Got just the thing to make the night move along;
He's taken all requests as you might have guessed,
He's the man of a thousand songs.