| Oh, It sat in this corner for many a year
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| Through fireside parties, of tear and cheers
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| The hands of James Hooker flew over it’s keys
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| And God know who else 'fore it came to me When I was alone I could be Julie Gold
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| It rang her «From A Distance"just like it was my own
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| I’d pretend I’ve the voice of Beth Neilsen Chapman
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| I wrote «Late Night Grande (Hotel)»
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| With just my right hand happenin'
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| Now it’s the keys rent the air in it’s new place to stand
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| A gift for the children who’ll play right and left hand
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| Just a 1937 Pre-war Kimball
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| Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand
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| Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand
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| Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand
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| Oh, it’s lonesome in this corner at five am
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| I’d call Harlan Howard, only he’d understand
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| All those melodies that came to be Mornings in that corner… that piano and me I wish for a left hand like Glenn D. Hardin
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| I could play Jimmy Webb or perhaps Randy Newman
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| Ah, it’s a blessing it never met Jerry Lee’s feet
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| Just the hands of those children
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| Is all this Kimball needs
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| I’ll let it go… Let it go That piano I bought from Al Jones long ago
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| I’ve let it go, I’ve let it go
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| I smiled as it rolled out my door
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| The songs that we wrote, ah, note for note
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| That piano will always know
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| And God bless the child
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| Who’s got a song
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| Who’s got a song
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| Who’s got a song |