LB
When he was a boy he was a
rebel on the rise,
With a
truth in his voice, and red in his eyes.
He didn’t give a damn for
society’s lies
So he told ‘em all to go to hell, ‘cause soon he’d fly
He was the odd man out!
They couldn’t understand,
What he was talkin’ about,
It was like no other man.
He never judged, but he
never conformed,
Looked at every side, then choosin’ on his own!
He found his passion in an
old guitar
And he wrote songs of a
life never before
Dreamt by any mind, near or
far
So he set out on the road,
to play the bars.
He was the odd man out!
They couldn’t understand
What he was singin’ about
But they didn’t give a damn
All they wanted was to hear
him jam!
So he gave it to
them!!!! Yeah!!!
He gave it to them!!!
Yeah!!
Well fifteen albums later
he was
Livin’ with a woman he felt strongly about
He kept pushin’
hard, there was no doubt
When the crowds started hearin’ him shout!!!!
CHORUS(iii)
I’m not the odd man out!
They finally understood
What I was talkin’ about
Like no other man could
I made my point, and then
bowed out
I was the wild man, crazy
man, Odd Man Out!