Se crío con su madre y sus seis hermanos de ciudad en ciudad, y trabajó en una fabrica de zapatos. Ahora da la vuelta al mundo con barba, chaleco y sombrero, y canta letras que se leen en sus ojos.
Gracias Sr. Lamontagne, te estamos esperando.
"When I was a younger man lookin' for my pot of gold
Everywhere I turned the doors were closin'
It took every ounce of faith I had to keep on keepin' on
And still I felt like I was only losin'"