Famous Man Lyrics - John Wesley Harding

Mother, last night I shot a famous man 

His music, his life, I was his greatest fan 

Mother, I'm sorry for all the things that I did 

I've been hiding it all of my life, shouldve kept it still hid 

Should've kept it still hid 

Mother, last night I shot a famous man 

Ain't it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he can 

When I raise my voice, it's a small feeble sound in the wind 

To make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to begin 

You must know where to begin 

Mother, last night I shot a famous man 

But today I can't say it all went according to plan 

He just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyes 

Now I know how he felt every day til he died 

Every day til he died 

Mother, well now people listen to me 

I'm the King of America, some say that I'm the King of Comedy 

Mother, now that I know what it means to be heard 

I wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitar 

And I wish that I'd swallowed my words 

Wished I'd swallowed my words