If a fool like you
Could listen to a fool like me
And if the leaves on the trees
Could stop shaking in the wind
If a fool like you
Could listen to a fool like me
Maybe, baby, we could stop long enough to begin
Cryin' with the millionaire
Is like laughin' with the old street bum
Send him off down to the coliseum
Promise him kingdom come
And when the baby cries
In the middle of the prayer
He's sayin' hurry up daddy
Hurry up because we're almost there
I tell you, if a fool like you
Could listen to a fool like me
And if the leaves on the trees
Could stop shaking in the wind
If a fool like you
Could listen to a fool like me
Maybe, baby, we could stop long enough to begin
Now the tempers get hot
Oh and the fingers, they shake
Seems there ain't enough sunshine
Around to keep a man wide awake
Now when the artist gets mad
He can take up his brush
But when the crippled man loses his faith
Well, who's gonna give him a crutch
I tell you, if a fool like you
Could listen to a fool like me
And if the leaves on the trees
Could stop shaking in the wind
If a fool like you
Could listen to a fool like me
Maybe, baby, we could stop long enough to begin
This old overcoat
Man, it's seen a lot of rain
Like a junkyard scrap DeSoto
I've been learnin' my pain
An old Heath radio
Taught me how to sing
Now you just give me a guitar
And man, I'll forget about everything
And I tell you, if a fool like you
Could listen to a fool like me
And if the leaves on the trees
Could stop shaking in the wind
If a fool like you
Could listen to a fool like me, I tell you
Maybe, baby, we could stop long enough to begin
Yeah, maybe, baby, we could stop long enough to begin
Maybe, baby, we could stop long enough to begin