Dutchman

A Bunch of guys was in this bar room
 Most of them had been there half the day
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 They'd been telling jokes and fairy tales
 Lying just to pass the time away
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 Then suddenly someone cracked the bar room door
 And then pushed it open wide
 And this huge tall dark dude
 Bowed his head and stepped inside
 
 I wonder where he's from?
 Some blonde asked.
 The wind must have blown him in
 But an old Dutchman offered him a drink.
 What will it be, whisky rum or gin?
 Sick and fido" a redhead shouted
 Show his way back to the street."
 But the Great Dane just walked over and licked his hand
 And lay down at his feet
 He said, "if you spare me that drink Dutchman,
 I promise I tell you how
 That I came to be the helpless sight that stands before you now"
 I used to be an artist, not one who sits and fiddle on the kerb
 But in my day and time
 My music was considered superb
 I wrote a song about a poor kid
 Raised down in New Orleans
 It didn't make the hall of fame,
 But it bought us shrimp, rice and beans
 He kept at it until he made the big time,
 Playing town after town
 Until he met a woman he fell in love with
 And it really turned his life around
 She had eyes like Cleopatra
 And a head of luxurious hair,
 With the brilliance of her beauty
 None other could compare
 When she lifted her eyes to his,
 Her lips would fall apart
 Each time she allowed him kiss her,
 It near petrified his heart
 But when he ask her would she marry him,
 He'd give her everything he had!
 She turned and walked away
 And it nearly drove him mad
 He promised her a half a million
 And would even pay in advance,
 If she would let him prove himself
 Or at least give him a chance
 And if he should go blind and hand to use his hands to feel,
 He would hire someone to do her work
 And prepare her every meal
 How could a man love a woman so much?
 Not one of you would think!
 Well, I did and I still do
 Hey Dutchman, you promised me a drink!