A tribute to my favorite songwriter, Harry Chapin
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Troubador
© 1999 Hagius/Dalton, All Rights Reserved
Lyrics: John Hagius
Music/Vocal: Ron Dalton
Sittin' on a stool, on stage,
Old guitar in hand
He laughed a rich and gentle laugh
As he joked about the band...
Then softly he began to play
And time stood strangely still,
I'd never heard a sweeter sound...
I doubt I ever will.
(chorus)
And I rocked in the cradle
Of his living lines,
And rolled in his honesty .
He took me flying high in his taxi...
Had me feeling he was just like me
Shared his life laced in music,
Painted pictures, in his every rhyme.
And Harry... I just wish that I
Could hear you one more time.
One more time...
He didn't have a voice of gold.
And he played guitar... okay.
But when he sang his songs, I sang along
'Cause I was moved by what he'd say.
There was magic in his music
And wisdom in his words,
Something special in his melodies,
His message, clearly heard.
(repeat chorus)
(bridge)
Well I'd like to think he's listening
Somewhere on a higher plain.
To that troubador, I'd say once more,
Harry, keep the change...
(End Chorus)
And I rocked in the cradle
Of his living lines,
And rolled in his honesty .
He took me flying high in his taxi...
Had me feeling he was just like me
And he shared his life in his music,
Painted pictures, in his every rhyme.
And Harry, I just thought that I
Should thank you one more time.
One more time...
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