Tin Man
America Lyrics


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Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab
Between themselves

Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shelves
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So, please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soap suds, green light bubble

Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So, please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning' round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soap suds, green light bubble

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And cause never was the reason for the evening




Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So, please believe in me

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of the song "Tin Man" by America set the tone for a pensive, reflective piece. The track touches upon the subject of loneliness and how people can forget to interact meaningfully when they are caught up in the mundane activities of life. The lyrics reflect how people can become engrossed in their lives and fail to see the importance of sharing thoughts with each other. The use of the phrase "the gift of gab" highlights the value of exchanging ideas, opinions, and emotions. However, some people may be quick to take the easy way out and settle for the easy, superficial pleasures in life, whereas the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz knew of the inherent dangers of such an approach.


The chorus delves into an interpretation of the idea of the Tin Man from The Wizard of Oz. In the book, the Tin Man is said to be a soldier who has lost his heart in combat, and later, in the movie, he joins Dorothy on her journey to find the wizard to ask for a new heart. The lyrics in the chorus reveal that Oz did not give the Tin Man anything that he didn't already possess within himself, implying that it's up to individuals to discover the things that genuinely matter to them. The song emphasizes that one should not look to someone else to provide them with the things they need within themselves.


Line by Line Meaning

Sometimes late
Occasionally, during the late hours of the night


When things are real
When life feels genuine and authentic


And people share the gift of gab
And individuals partake in conversations and freely exchange ideas


Between themselves
With each other, in a private and personal setting


Some are quick
Some people are fast or eager


To take the bait
To be enticed or drawn in by something


And catch the perfect prize
And seize the ideal outcome or reward


That waits among the shelves
That is readily available, waiting to be taken


But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
The beloved character from 'The Wizard of Oz' didn't receive anything from the Wizard


That he didn't, didn't already have
That he wasn't already in possession of or capable of achieving himself


And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Because of or due to a particular cause was not the purpose or motive of the night


Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
Or the destination of a heroic quest, inspired by the story of Sir Galahad from Arthurian Legend


So please believe in me
So, I implore you to have faith or trust in me


When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
When I express that I feel dizzy or disoriented and stuck in a cycle or pattern


Smoke glass stained bright colors
Glass that has been colored by smoke, creating vivid hues


Image going down, down, down, down
The vision or mental picture is becoming increasingly obscured or negative


Soapsud green like bubbles
A green color reminiscent of the appearance of soap bubbles


No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
Again stating that the Wizard did not give anything to the character


That he didn't, didn't already have
Repeating the idea that the Tin Man was not lacking in anything


And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Once more emphasizing that there was no ulterior motive to the night


Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
As before, referencing the heroic quest of Sir Galahad


So please believe in me
Asking once more for trust and faith in the artist




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Dewey Bunnell

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@Edd8

Sometimes late
When things are real
And people share the gift of gab
Between themselves
Some are quick
To take the bait
And catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shelves
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So, please
Believe in me
When I say I'm spinning' round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles
No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me



@vandliszt

Sometimes late
When things are real
And people share the gift of gab
Between themselves

Some are quick
To take the bait
And catch the perfect prize
That waits among the shelves

But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So, please
Believe in me
When I say I'm spinning' round, 'round, 'round, 'round
Smoke glass stained bright colors
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsud green like bubbles

No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And 'cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad

So please believe in me



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@mijajean6219

This has been mine and my daughters song since she was a little girl , we'd be driving and Tin Man would play on the radio ,she'd get so excited and we would sing it as loud as we could ...Now my little girl is grown up and is terminally ill ,she's fought a good fight ,and soon she'll have no more pain and be at peace .....Thank you America giving us Tin Man ...🙏🏻🌈🙏🏻🌈🙏🏻

@monicamurray5012

My prayers for her and you. Her Tin Man is waiting for her. God bless yours

@DMD5609

Praying for her.

@theresaang802

Praying for your daughter 🙏

@cynthiawhite9830

Sending you lots of love. So glad you have such wonderful memories together.

@jerseygirlinvermont

Sending love, light, peace and prayers to both you and your daughter! May wonderful memories like this one provide comfort to you both.

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@dizzlegrizzle1919

This song is so good they name a country after the band.

@PinkyakaAyannaj

😅🤣😅🤣

@eldredcooke7054

❤😂

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