Blessed (Live at Lincoln Center, New York City, NY - January 1967)

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on

Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me?
I got no place to go
And I've walked around Soho for the last night or so
Ah, but it doesn't matter, no

Blessed is the land and the kingdom
Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to
Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers

Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me?
My words trickle down
From a wound that I have no intention to heal

Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass
Blessed is the church service, makes me nervous
Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers
Oh, Lord, why have you forsaken me?
I, I have tended my own garden much too long



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Writer(s): Paul Simon
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