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What A Shame by Shinedown

Two packs of cigarettes a day

The strongest whiskey Kentucky can make

That’s a recipe

To put a vagabond on his hands and knees

I watched it all up close,

I knew him more than most

I saw a side of him he never showed

Full of sympathy

For a world that wouldn’t let him be

That’s the man he was,

Have you heard enough?

[Chorus]

What a shame, what a shame,

To judge a life that you can’t change

The choir sings, the church bells ring

So, won’t you give this man his wings?

What a shame

To have to beg you to see

We’re not all the same

What a shame

There’s a hard life for every silver spoon

There’s a touch of grey for every shade of blue

That’s the way that I see life

If there was nothing wrong,

Then there’d be nothing right

And for this working man they say could barely stand

There’s gotta be a better place to land

Some kind of remedy for a world that wouldn’t let him be

That’s the man he was,

Have you heard enough?

[Chorus] What a shame, what a shame,

To judge a life that you can’t change

The choir sings, the church bells ring

So, won’t you give this man his wings?

What a shame

To have to beg you to see we’re not all the same

What a shame

God forgive the hands that laid you down

They never knew how,

But your broken heart can break the sound

And change the season

Now the leaves are falling faster,

Happily ever after

You gave me hope through your endeavors

And now you will live forever

[Chorus]

What a shame, what a shame,

To judge a life that you can’t change

The choir sings, the church bells ring

So, won’t you give this man his wings?

What a shame to have to beg you to see we’re not all the same

What a shame, what a shame

‘Cause we’re not all the same

What a shame, what a shame

‘Cause we’re not all the same

About Kristine

As an aspiring author, avid bookworm, fitness fanatic and dedicated mother, there just aren't enough hours in the day. I write or post about things I'm passionate about and spend my time trying to make the most of every day. Life may be a tough journey, but I have my ruby red slippers and am content on skipping along this yellow brick road until the end of the line.

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