Lyrics Simon Keeper - Cowboy Junkies
Jesus
was
a
carpenter
he
died
nailed
to
a
wooden
cross.
Irony
oh
irony
upon
me
it
is
never
lost.
Gather
′round
now
people,
I'm
here
to
tell
a
tale
About
a
man
who
walks
among
you,
a
man
you
each
know
well.
My
name
is
Simon
Keeper
I
had
a
wife
and
three
grown
kids,
A
job
in
the
towers
cooking
the
books
for
the
shills
that
grease
the
skids.
Irony
oh
irony,
you
are
a
bitter
fruit
to
eat.
Stripped
of
all
your
beauty
your
flesh
is
none
too
sweet.
Now
I
ain′t
the
most
honest
man
that
ever
worked
a
skim.
I
was
caught
with
my
hand
in
the
cookie
jar
and
brother
that
was
it.
Fifty-four
and
a
big
black
mark
upon
my
resume,
I
found
selling
off
what
you
don't
own
might
earn
you
the
time
of
day.
Next
it
was
a
letter
from
my
darling
one,
"What's
yours
is
mine,
what′s
mine
is
mine",
Sealed
with
a
hug
and
kiss.
One
by
one
my
children
closed
their
lives
to
me.
Lesson
learned
on
Daddy′s
knee,
"Give
no
quarter
to
the
weak".
Irony
oh
irony,
you
are
the
polar
seed
of
truth,
You
grow
upon
the
open
plain
the
faithful
you
uproot.
Kicked
around
'bout
a
year
living
hand
to
mouth,
Then
one
day
tryin′
to
bum
a
light
I
felt
my
will
give
out.
Sat
right
down
on
the
corner,
started
prayin'
a
little
too
loud.
Left
my
troubles
far
behind
When
I
saw
them
emptying
their
pockets
out.
Irony
oh
irony,
you
are
a
treacherous
son
of
a
bitch,
Pretending
not
to
care
about
the
heights
you′ll
never
reach.
Now
I
won't
start
in
preaching
′bout
reaping
what
you
sow,
This
is
the
story
of
a
half-hearted
man,
Half
honest
as
they
go.
But
sit
on
down
and
rest
a
spell
I've
got
another
tale
to
tell.
About
a
lost
young
man
in
a
far
away
land
whose
life
is
just
too
easy
to
sell.
Jesus
was
a
carpenter
he
died
nailed
to
a
wooden
cross.
Irony
oh
irony
upon
me
it
is
never
lost.
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