Lonesome Picker - Jim Sullivan

I often get the feeling that I’m talking to the wind and no one hears

No one listens in

Then I start singing songs and music makes the whole world feel like home

Sing a song and you’re not alone

Lilly McLean, you are standing in the rain and you are cold

Hungry and afraid

And you’re waiting for the sunrise, the sunrise makes you feel very small

Darling Lilly, aren’t we all?

Oh I’m believing, believing

Believing that when I’m dead and gone

Baby, some lonesome picker will find some healing in this song

Yeah Julie get the gun, and throw it in the river, let it roll

Far on out to sea

Let it carry the confusion, all the worry and the hatred here in me

A river rolling out to sea

Oh I’m believing, believing

Believing that when I’m dead and gone

Baby, some lonesome picker will find some healing in this song

Yeah maybe some lonesome picker gonna find some healing in this song

Baby, some lonesome picker just like me