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• Artiste: Hudson
• Titre: The Cobbler
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A ragged old man reached out his hand Brought me inside of his traveling caravan His face was rough, his hands were tough But I could see in his eyes he was a gentleman I could trust His pants were worn and his sweater all torn Out on the road with his trusty old Labrador He offered me stew and his finest homebrew My hunger was plenty and words were but few Asked where was I going and where was I from My travels will lead me to the land of the rising sun The look on his face was a look of surprise Lit up with excitement, and the depths of his eyes Showed his path was the same, he knew it by name "If we travel together, we'll be safer" he claimed I fully agreed, as did my steed A much needed rest after many hard weeks Hopeless with lack of a plan Rescued in this foreign land Hopeful that we'll find a way The East will find us some day I asked him his name, he politely declined Said "I was a cobbler in a previous life" But the industry changed and the need for my trade Was thrown out the window like a dusty old paperweight I packed up my things and walked out the door With a satchel of maps and my trusty old Labrador I wasn't too long on the road to the East When I stumbled upon you and your handsome young steed