Every Picture Tells a Story

Lyrics：Ron Wood Music：Rod Stewart

Spent some time feelin' inferior

standing in front of my mirror

Combed my hair in a thousand ways

but I came out looking just the same

Daddy said, 'Son, you better see the world

I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to leave

But remember one thing don't lose your head

to a woman that'll spend your bread'

So I got out

Paris was a place you could hide away

if you felt you didn't fit in

French police wouldn't give me no peace

They claimed I was a nasty person

Down along the Left Bank minding my own

Was knocked down by a human stampede

Got arrested for inciting a peacful riot

when all I wanted was a cup of tea

I was accused

I moved on

Down in Rome I wasn't getting enough

of the things that keeps a young man alive

My body stunk but I kept my funk

at a time when I was right out of luck

Getting desperate indeed I was

Looking like a tourist attraction

Oh my dear I better get out of here

'for the Vatican don't give no sanction

I wasn't ready for that, no no

I moved right out east yeah!

On the Peking ferry I was feeling merry

sailing on my way back here

I fell in love with a slit eyed lady

by the light of an eastern moon

Shangai Lil never used the pill

She claimed that it just ain't natural

She took me up on deck and bit my neck

Oh people I was glad I found her

Oh yeah I was glad I found her

I firmly believe that I didn't need anyone but me

I sincerely thought I was so complete

Look how wrong you can be

The women I've known I wouldn't let tie my shoe

They wouldn't give you the time of day

But the slit eyed lady knocked me off my feet

God I was glad I found her

And if they had the words I could tell to you

to help you on the way down the road

I couldn't quote you no Dickens, Shelley or Keats

'cause it's all been said before

Make the best out of the bad just laugh it off

You didn't have to come here anyway

So remember, every picture tells a story don't it