I met a man on the street, he had holes in his feet And the rope that he wore touched the ground Oh, he must have been a cobbler, cause he asked me if I knew Of any place where some souls might be found And I said, no sir, I don't rightly know where you might find a soul I don't live in this town All the stores are closed on Sunday, but if you can wait till Monday Then I'm sure there'll be some souls around Yes, I'm sure there will be some souls to be found Ain't it strange the people you meet on the street You never know just who you'll run into Who'd have thought I'd meet the man with holes in his feet You'd never think that that could happen to you But he just happened to be on the same street as me At the very same moment in time Oh, he looked kinda weird, he had long hair and a beard But all the same, well, the pleasure was mine And as we spoke, I believe he was feeling some pain Cause he seemed to be holding his sight I was just about to say, I think you ought to see a doctor But before I could, the man said goodbye And I think I saw a tear in his eye Ain't it strange the people you meet on the street You never know just who you'll run into Who'd have thought I'd meet the man with holes in his feet You'd never think that that could happen to you But I met a man on the street, he had holes in his feet And the rope that he wore touched the ground Oh, he must have been a cobbler cause he asked me if I knew Of any place where some souls might be found And I said, no sir, I don't rightly know where you might find a soul I don't live in this town All the stores are closed on Sunday but if you can wait till Monday Then I'm sure there'll be some souls around Yes, I'm sure there will be some souls to be found © transcript Emily Beynon