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Try to understand
iand'm not your ordinary man, still i canand't deny
you go with me everywhere
when iand'm dreaminand' you still share my lonely nights
try to see my side
itand's not your ordinary pride that keeps drivinand' me on
itand's that lonesome, restless feelinand' that you feel under the gun
and it leads me to the highways but it keeps my body warm
And as i wander to the cities and the towns
i get so lonesome knowinand' you could be around
and when the show is over, thereand's a holiday motel
another empty bottle and another tale to tell
Try to comprehend
iand'm not your ordinary friend at the end of my life
i would pray that i could be
returning to the shelter of your love
try to see my side
itand's not your ordinary pride that keeps drivinand' me on
itand's that lonesome, restless feelinand' that you feel under the gun
and it leads me to the highways but it keeps my body warm
And as i wander to the cities and the towns
i get so lonesome knowinand' you could be around
and when the show is over, thereand's a holiday motel
another empty bottle and another tale to tell
Try to understand
iand'm not your ordinary man, still i canand't deny
you go with me everywhere
like a shadow in the gloom
i remember all the good times
thereand's a ghost in every room
Gordon Lightfoot
Ordinary Man
Ordinary Man
Try to understand
iand'm not your ordinary man, still i canand't deny
you go with me everywhere
when iand'm dreaminand' you still share my lonely nights
try to see my side
itand's not your ordinary pride that keeps drivinand' me on
itand's that lonesome, restless feelinand' that you feel under the gun
and it leads me to the highways but it keeps my body warm
And as i wander to the cities and the towns
i get so lonesome knowinand' you could be around
and when the show is over, thereand's a holiday motel
another empty bottle and another tale to tell
Try to comprehend
iand'm not your ordinary friend at the end of my life
i would pray that i could be
returning to the shelter of your love
try to see my side
itand's not your ordinary pride that keeps drivinand' me on
itand's that lonesome, restless feelinand' that you feel under the gun
and it leads me to the highways but it keeps my body warm
And as i wander to the cities and the towns
i get so lonesome knowinand' you could be around
and when the show is over, thereand's a holiday motel
another empty bottle and another tale to tell
Try to understand
iand'm not your ordinary man, still i canand't deny
you go with me everywhere
like a shadow in the gloom
i remember all the good times
thereand's a ghost in every room
