Fan of People
© 2011 Andy Harrison
In a shack in the back woods of Georgia
In the nineteen teens or so
He was born on the edge of midnight
As the moon hung orange and low
He was wrapped in a bag of burlap
His mama looked into his ancient eyes
The crickets and the lone wolf howling
Thought she heard a whisper in his cries
Chorus:
Gotta be a fan of people
And people will be a fan of me
Everyone is my neighbor
Obvious when you look and see
Looking out beyond my own skin
Helping you is helping me
Gotta be a fan of people
And people will be a fan of me
At 8 years old he saw a steel guitar
Behind the counter at the general store
He felt his chest burning from the inside
As he held it on his lap on the floor
The air filled with honeysuckle
As he laid his hands across the strings
His voice bellowed out like thunder
Taste of tears as he began to sing
Chorus:
Gotta be a fan of people
And people will be a fan of me
Everyone is my neighbor
Obvious when you look and see
Looking out beyond my own skin
Helping you is helping me
Gotta be a fan of people
And people will be a fan of me
In a gin joint off an old dirt road
The crowd was on the edge of insane
His guitar shook the walls like rapture
His voice felt like a hurricane
The air was full of smoke and spirit
The drinks full of sweat and gin
No need for a Sunday preacher
Paradise had already let them in
Chorus:
Gotta be a fan of people
And people will be a fan of me
Everyone is my neighbor
Obvious when you look and see
Looking out beyond my own skin
Helping you is helping me
Gotta be a fan of people
And people will be a fan of me