| An only child
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| Alone and wild
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| A cabinet maker’s son
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| His hands were meant
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| For different work
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| And his heart was known
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| To none --
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| He left his home
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| And went his lone
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| And solitary way
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| And he gave to me
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| A gift I know I never
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| can repay
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| A quiet man of music
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| Denied a simpler fate
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| He tried to be a soldier once
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| But his music wouldn’t wait
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| He earned his love
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| Through discipline
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| A thundering, velvet hand
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| His gentle means of sculpting souls
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| Took me years to understand.
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| The leader of the band is tired
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| And his eyes are growing old
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| But his blood runs through
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| My instrument
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| And his song is in my soul --
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| My life has been a poor attempt
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| To imitate the man
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| I’m just a living legacy
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| To the leader of the band.
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| My brothers' lives were
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| different
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| For they heard another call
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| One went to Chicago
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| And the other to St. Paul
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| And I’m in Colorado
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| When I’m not in some hotel
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| Living out this life I’ve chose
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| And come to know so well.
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| I thank you for the music
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| And your stories of the road
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| I thank you for the freedom
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| When it came my time to go --
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| I thank you for the kindness
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| And the times when you got tough
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| And, pap, I don’t think I
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| Said 'I love you' near enough --
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| The leader of the band is tired
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| And his eyes are growing old
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| But his blood runs through
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| My instrument
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| And his song is in my soul --
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| My life has been a poor attempt
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| To imitate the man
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| I’m just a living legacy
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| To the leader of the band
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| I am the living legacy
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| To the leader of the band. |