Schwa Lyrics

Tin Man

Lyricist: Buffalo Springfield
Vocalist: Dave Katz
Sometimes late
When things are real
And the people share the gift of gab
Between themselves

Some are quick
To take the bait
And the catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shells

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please
Believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please
Believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain'd bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me
													

First Played: August 26, 1993 The Dell - Columbus, OH

Last Played: November 26, 2004 Peabody's - Cleveland, OH

# Times Played: 6

% Played: 0.25 %

Shows Since 1st Played: 2375

Shows Since Last Played: 724

1st set: 2

2nd set: 4

3nd set: 0

Encore: 0

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