I

am

just

an

a-

ging

drum-

mer

boy

And

in

the

wars

I

used

to

play

And

I've

calle

the

tune

To

ma-

ny

a

tor-

ture

ses-

sion

Now

they

say

I

am

a

war

cri-

mi-

nal

And

I'm

fa-

ding

a-

way

Fat-

her,

please

hear

my

con-

fes-

sion

I

have

le-

ga-

lized

rob-

be-

ry

Called

it

be-

lief

I

have

a-

run

with

the

mo-

ney

I

have

hid

like

a

thief

Re-

writ-

ten

his-

to-

ry

With

my

ar-

mies

and

my

crooks

In-

ven-

ted

me-

mo-

ries

I

did

burn

all

the

books

And

I

can

still

hear

his

laughter

And

I

can

still

hear

his

song

The

man's

too

big

The

man's

too

strong

Well

I've

tried

to

be

meek

I

have

tried

to

be

mild

But

I

spat

like

a

wo-

man

And

I

sulked

like

a

child

I

have

lived

be-

hind

walls

That

have

made

me

a-

lone

Stri-

ven

for

peace

Which

I

ne-

ver

have

known

And

I

can

still

hear

his

laughter

And

I

can

still

hear

his

song

The

man's

too

big

The

man's

too

strong

Well,

the

sun

rose

on

the

court-

yard

And

they

all

did

hear

him

says

"You

al-

ways

was

a

Ju-

das

But

I

got

you

a-

ny-

way

You

may

have

got

your

sil-

ver

But

I

swear

u-

pon

my

life

Your

sis-

ter

gave

me

dia-

monds

And

I

gave

them

to

your

wife"

Oh,

Fat-

her

please

help

me

For

I

have

done

wrong

The

man's

too

big

The

man's

too

strong