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The very day I purchased it,
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I christened my guitar
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as my monophonic symphony,
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six string orchestra
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In my room I'd practice late,
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they'd leave me alone.
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My mother said, "You're nothing yet,
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to make the folks write home."
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I'd play at all the talent nights,
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I'd finish, they'd applaud.
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Some called it muffled laughter,
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I just figured they were odd.
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So I went up for an encore,
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but they screamed they'd had enough.
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Or maybe I just need a group
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to help me do my stuff.
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Chorus:
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And so I'd dream a bass will join me,
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and fill the bottom in. And maybe now some lead guitar
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so it would not sound so thin.
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I need some drums to set the beat
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and help me keep in time.
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And way back in the distance,
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some strings would sound so fine.
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And we would play together,
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like fine musicians should,
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And it would sound like music,
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and the music would sound good.
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But in real life I'm stuck with
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that same old formula,
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me and my monophonic symphony,
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six string orchestra.
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Oh, I write love songs for my favorite girl
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and sing them soft and slow.
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But before I get to finish,
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she says she has to go.
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She's nice and says "Excuse me,
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I've got to find a bar,
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I think I need refreshment,
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for I hear you play guitar."
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Oh I sent a demo tape I made
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to the record companies.
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Two came back address unknown,
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one came back C.O.D.
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Of course I got form letters,
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all saying pleasant things.
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Like suggesting I should find a trade
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where I would not have to sing.
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Chorus
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And so I'd dream a bass will join me,
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and fill the bottom in.
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And maybe now some lead guitar
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so it would not sound so thin.
|
I need some drums to set the beat
|
and help me keep in time.
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And way back in the distance,
|
some strings would sound so fine.
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And it would sound like music,
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and the music would sound good.
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But in real life I'm stuck with
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that same old formula,
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me and my monophonic symphony,
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six string orchestra.
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I've been taking guitar lessons,
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but my teacher just took leave.
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It was something about a break down,
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or needing a reprieve.
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I know I found my future,
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so I will persevere
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and hold onto my dream of
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making music to their ears.
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Chorus.
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Six String Orchestra
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| Harry Chapin |
