Down beside the trading store
An old man strums on his guitar
Sittin' singin' in the sun
The fingers play the same old run
The songs are clear, the songs are sweet
They ring and sing of dancing feet
They laugh with joy, they cry with fear
And mingle in within his beer

And there's a million beautiful songs
In a Matabele guitar
And I'll sing you a beautiful song
From a Matabele guitar

Been a warrior in his time
He's dug for gold in Phoenix mine
But the hippo valley came
Worked a railroad in the rain
He sold his cattle, bought a wife
She bore him children, she gave him strife
Lost his crops in sour land
Fought a leopard with his hands

And there's a million beautiful songs
In a Matabele guitar
And I'll sing you a beautiful song
From a Matabele guitar

There's a million beautiful songs
In a Matabele guitar
And I'll sing you a beautiful song
From a Matabele guitar

And there's a million beautiful songs
In a Matabele guitar
And I'll sing you a beautiful song
From a Matabele guitar

And there's a million beautiful songs
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