Duet with Porter Wagoner

Writer Tom T. Hall

Copyright 1967



The first strange town I was ever in the county was hangin' a man

And nobody cared if he lived or he died and I just didn't understand

So I washed my face in the morning dew bathed my soul in the sun

Washed my face in the morning dew and kept on moving along

The second strange town I was in they were laughing at a poor crippled man

Begging for nickels and dimes on the street and I just didn't understand

So I washed my face...

The third strange town that I was in was settled peaceful and nice

The rich got richer and the poor got poorer and to me it didn't seem right

So I washed my face...

Now someday times are bound to change it can't be very far

And each injustice that I have seen will come before the bar

Then I'll wash my face in the morning dew bathe my soul in the sun

Wash my face in the morning dew and my journey will be done