I guess the greatest man I know
He traveled many weary miles,
off time to foreign lands
His high and long -stumped
many thousands clothed and set
He had a smile for everyone,
The miles he came so many hours
to please his fancy's fit
Just knowin' someone enjoy his sound
when the show is at an end
If just one person claps his hand
he's like a Christmas tree
A brighter smile upon his face
When he has time to be at home
He spends him trying to make his style
With his family gathered close around,
and his manual on his knee
That's something he just cannot hide,
He's thinkin' of the ones
who were silent at his side
There are earthly songs he sings no more
And in heaven he's now free
This man goes on with his sadder style
In his manual on his knees
We cannot know how many times
He thinks of the days gone by
Of the places that are almost there
till God called Him on high
The lonesome man, yo, he does play
The lonesome man, it's he
He smiles and does the best he can