by Arlo Guthrie



Days are short, and I ain't down

The sun is on the hill

Looking in my suitcase for a friend

The door was opened wide

You know I lost a little pride

And inside it was just another man



CHORUS:

Every day another man reaches out his hand

Every moment there's a shifting in the sand

Every whisper in the wind

Brings a good man back again

Settle me down in my dreams tonight

Tomorrow's another day to blow my blues away



Lots of folks will tell you that

A man can go thru' life

Taking what he wants along the way

But until all men are freed

Each one gets but what he needs

The experience of living every day



CHORUS



I woke up this morning

I awoke upon my knees

Crying oo-wee, I don't know where I am

I feel just like a clown

Every time I move around

Because, after all, I'm just another man