An only child alone and wild
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A cab'net maker's son
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His hands were meant for diff'rent work
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And his heart was known to none
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He left his home
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And went his lone and solitary way
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And he gave to me a gift I know
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I never 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 thru' discipline
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A thund'ring 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 thru' 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 brother's lives were diff'rent
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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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[Instrumental Interlude]
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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 Papa I don't think I said
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"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 thru' 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
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Leader Of The Band
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| Dan Fogelberg |
