Biografia:
Mac Wiseman (Malcolm B. Wiseman, May 23, 1925 – February 24, 2019) was an American bluegrass singer, guitarist and songwriter.
Born in Crimora, Virginia, he attended school in New Hope Virginia and graduated from high school there in 1943. He studied at the Shenandoah Conservatory in Dayton, Virginia, before it moved to Winchester, Virginia in 1960, and started his career as a disc jockey at WSVA-AM in Harrisonburg, Virginia.
His musical career began as upright bass player in the band of country singer Molly O'Day.
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Like crippled ships that make it through a storm,
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Rollin' smokes and drinkin' up her wine;
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And I re- -member candle-(C-light and singin' songs,
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Till we could sing no more,
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Then fallin' fast asleep on Susan's floor.
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Now that my song is sweeter,
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Lord I'd like to greet her;
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To thank her for the favor that she gave,
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A stranger I came, my head bowed in the rain to her
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door.
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I sat and sang my songs on Susan's floor.
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In the morn- -ing I'd go on leaving Susan and my songs,
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Knowing I'd be back in just a while,
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Healing in the sunshine of her smile.
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Well, lots of time and songs have passed,
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I catch my- -self just looking back;
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Reliving all the wonder of those nights;
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That's where I would be to-day,
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If I had only stayed one night more,
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And sang another song on Susan's floor.
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Like crippled ships that make it through a storm,
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And finally reach a quiet shore,
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The hopeless found a home on Susan's floor.
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