C G Danny laid back and surveyed the view C G A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue C G I asked for permission to give him a note C G He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused Like he was the one, who was glad to be used I had a sense he was playin' a part But I had to help, for he tore at my heart D C He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags D C He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags D C The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash D C Like I was the one who needed the cash Chorus: D C G The tramps in our England, have always to walk D C G From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong D C G The tramps in our country have no where's to hug D C G Home hysterics give comfort, there's no time to talk Danny would lay, he'd never speak Here was a man who had attained his peak No fables to tell, and nothing held back This was a man who had led a strong pack Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn old jailbird Who'd never an inkling and never a word At two hundred down, my project had fled Danny was gone or may well have been dead He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death Took in turn his view with his very last breath The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky Danny was waiting, patient to die Chorus Danny laid back, looked down at the plain The king on his bench with magnificent mane I asked his permission to give him a note He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat It's dangerous to patronize those who live rough Danny was a giant, solid and tough He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song Without me and my ponies, he'd live just as long | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C D G |