Many Mansions Moe Bandy
Capo 1st fret
[E]Hope is a thing with feathers, that [C#m]perches on the soul
Said the [A]homeless young man s[E]tandin there, [D]strong a[A]gainst the [E]cold
Reached into my pocket said a [C#m]penny for your poetry
But when I [A]handed him a [E]dollar bill he was [D]shakin his [A]head at [E]me
An he [D]said these [A]words to [B7]me
In my [E]fathers [B7]house many [E]mansions
Though to[A]nite some make their [E]bed along the [B7]streets
Where I’ve [E]seen lives s[B7]till by [E]winters bitter [A]chill
In my [E]fathers house there’s a [B7]mansion for [E]me
Sleep is a silent pleasure behind doors with deadbolt locks
But it’s a concrete nightmare chance you take on the streets in a cardboard box
But I know about the eye of the needle what will come to pass
When the least of us shall be first and the first shall be last
Who’s homeless now I ask
Chorus twice
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