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LIKE UNTO A MOCKINGBIRD
(John Hartford)

All around somebody else's pad,
You stumble as you chase the latest fad.
If you're confused with all the things you find,
Just wait until the crowd makes up your mind.

As long as you can sing their style of song,
You won't be lonely; you can tag along,
Pasted on your face a sickly grin,
Hoping that someone will say you're in.

Coming back repeating every word,
Repeating all the things you overheard,
The bandwagons rumble past. I sit here on the curb
Like and echo, you are like unto a mockingbird.

Dark eyes shifting 'round take in a lot,
Noting who is here and then who's not,
Careful that you keep your standing clean
Away from those with whom you can't be seen.

Here lately you don't speak or even look
Because my name's not written in their book,
But if they turn my different ways to see,
You'd be the first to proudly stand by me.

[Recorded by John Hartford on "Natural To Be Gone 1967-1970" and other albums.]