Glad Man Singing

The actual lyrics, directly from the booklet:

Yonder come a glad man singing a song About a soldier want a boot and a fallen angel Naked as a fish at night About a sad man climbed up a willow bough And the cops are on the fence around the dog in the manger And the mouth of the river is wide

Yonder come a glad man singing a song About the bushes by the gas pump gone to flower And a constant star collides About a sad man saying, "they've forgotten how" And a baby quit sucking when the milk went sour And the mouth of the river is wide

About a sad man lost in the hammock sway When the bridal gown came mama spit out the window And a cop said, "the dog won't bite" And the sad man saying, "they've forgotten when" And the blood running black in the valley shadow And the river running all the while

Yonder come a glad man singing a song About a lover rolled over said, "you must be tired" And the truth coming toward the light About a sad man knocking on a chapel door And a burned out boat called 'tried by fire' And the mouth of the river is wide

This song is about Sam Beam himself, no longer a mournful soul but a glad man. It is an explanation for his new direction and musical style on the album. People expect music to stay the same, but people change and the music changes with them.

This is what I hear:

I've become a glad man singing a song About a soldier wanting food and fallen angel Naked as a fish at night About a sad man climbed up a willow bough And the cops are on the fence around the dog in the manger And the mouth of the river is wide Wide . . .

I've become a glad man singing a song About the bushes by the gas pump gone to flower And a constant star collides About a sad man singing they forgotten how And the baby quit sucking when the milk went sour And the mouth of the river is wide Wide . . .

About a sad man lost in the hammock sway When the bridal gown came on and spit out the window And the cops say the dog won't bite And the sad man's saying they've forgotten when And the blood running black in the valley shadows And the river running all the while

Yeah I've become a glad man singing a song About a lover rolled over, said you must be tired And the truth coming towards the light About a sad man knocking on a chapel door And a burned out boat called "Tried by Fire" And the mouth of the river is wide Wide . . .