An old man stood and stared into the music store window
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And he saw a sorta harmonica lyin' there in the sun
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He thought of the music the harp could be playing
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He closed his old eyes and he started to hum
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He hummed an old song bout an unfaithful lover
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He hummed the sweet tune about children at play
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He hummed the bright song about beer drinking buddies
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One about Jesus and uncloudy day
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Well he bought the harmonica and he took it on home
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With his youth all behind him and livin' alone
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He soon learned to play it as pure and as cool as any great master musician could do
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He played an old song bout an unfaithful lover
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He played the sweet tune about children at play
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He played the bright song about beer drinking buddies
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And one about Jesus and uncloudy day
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Well they found him one morning lying there on the sofa
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Ah but they didn't find his harmonica there
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They lowered him down and they put the dirt on him ashes to ashes to Jesus a prayer
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Well the old man's gone and of course his music went with him
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And there's a sadness about him you know it seems strange to say
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For all of his music and as much as he loved it nobody else even knew he could play
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Harmonica Man
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| Tom T. Hall |
