Lyrics: Jones
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Music: Jones
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Lyrics:
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Hobby was an only child
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He couldn't see or hear or read.
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But heard a voice inside his head
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Hobby was the deaf kid.
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Started playing toy piano
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Practiced morning, noon and night
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Got a gig and stole the show
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Hobby was a virtuoso.
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Now he's playing bop jazz
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A Debussy in neck tie.
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Wynton came and couldn't speak
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When Hobby played "A Love Supreme".
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(chorus):
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I know you hear something free
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Hobby was the bomb inside me
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Ears don't feel
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Eyes can't see
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Hobby was the deaf
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King of swing
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Saw him on Arsenio
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You knew that he could really blow
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For Hobby had completely floored us
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By the time he hit the second chorus
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Now he's playin' out shit.
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Shaved his hair and started smokin'
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Met a girl as sweet as honey
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She robbed him blind and stole his money
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But found some peace inside a thought
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Where his music never stopped.
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And out of nowhere came a light
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His ears could hear his eyes had sight.
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(chorus)
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Now Hobby don't play no more
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Can't hear the chords that used to move him
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He opened up a record shop
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The specialty is hip-hop
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THE BALLAD OF HOBBY AND THE PIANO
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| Agents of Good Roots |
