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(Bachman/Cummings/Matheson)

Sidemen come out first
John Stockfish base guitar
Looks at the world through the eyes of Nashville,
The Riverboat and Charlie McCoy
He's just a boy

The lead guitarist Red Shea who's really come a long, long way
since rythym rocker jingle jangle
And go Red!

And Lightfoot
Edwardian, suddenly striped
His hair blondish and poetic
He is less than vinyl perfect
His foot is a precise anchor for the husk and vibrance of his voice

He is the image of Alberta
The side street near Chicago
The grim beauty of Toronto

He is an artist
He is an artist
He is an artist painting sistine masterpieces of pine and fur and backwoods
Still echos long ago the winter night of black july and then the outcome
Of an early cleveland rainfall

I sit softly among the rest waiting there for him to paint his pictures
And as the go-go girl went round and our heads were in a spin I thought about
The Crossroads, In the Early Morning Rain and Rosanna

I'm not saying that I'm sory
I'm just telling you this story
And when Lightfoot's magic calls
You can write it on your walls
'Cause that's what walls are for

He is an artist.
(Bachman/Cummings/Matheson)      Sidemen come out first   John Stockfish base guitar    Looks at the world through the eyes of Nashville,   The Riverboat and Charlie McCoy   He's just a boy      The lead guitarist Red Shea who's really come a long, long way   since rythym rocker jingle jangle   And go Red!      And Lightfoot   Edwardian, suddenly striped   His hair blondish and poetic   He is less than vinyl perfect   His foot is a precise anchor for the husk and vibrance of his voice      He is the image of Alberta   The side street near Chicago   The grim beauty of Toronto      He is an artist   He is an artist   He is an artist painting sistine masterpieces of pine and fur and backwoods   Still echos long ago the winter night of black july and then the outcome    Of an early cleveland rainfall      I sit softly among the rest waiting there for him to paint his pictures   And as the go-go girl went round and our heads were in a spin I thought about    The Crossroads, In the Early Morning Rain and Rosanna      I'm not saying that I'm sory   I'm just telling you this story   And when Lightfoot's magic calls   You can write it on your walls   'Cause that's what walls are for      He is an artist.