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My childhood hero died in a crushing way We attended his funeral the very next day There were still flowers about and words to say He left us so early with so much more music to play Taken before he knew, his song had become a great anthem He'd say "Mama told me, I’d been born with a silver spoon Yep, I’d been born with a silver spoon His young child cried, that little boy blew away his pain Daddy always told him, he wanted his family, not all the fame When you comin' home Daddy, the sweet child would often pray Soon my son, I've gotta entertain the fans, until there are none You know we’ll be a close-knit family, when I’m all dusted and done Church speakers turned on, then all in harmony, everybody sings We all said, "Thanks for the music man, for the joy that it brings Your lyrics speak to us all, almost the same as the ole kings Now laid to rest, with paper and pen, as we bow on down As we left the building, the kids were playing cats in the cradle And we thought, Wow! Even the young ones feel the beat, yep For real, Wow! Even the young ones feel the beat His young child cried, that little boy blew away his pain Daddy always told him, he wanted his family, not all the fame When you comin' home, Daddy, the sweet child would often pray Soon my son, I've gotta entertain the fans, until there are none You know we'll be a close-knit family, when I’m all dusted and done Well, one year later, we came together, again So great to see you all, for those of us that remain Guys, we all rock to the same beat, while we’re still alive We shook each others hands, and said our goodbyes What I'd really like though guys, is to have one more beer So five hours later, we all agreed to get together every year His young child cried, that little boy blew away his pain Daddy always told him, he wanted his family, not all the fame When you comin' home, Daddy, the sweet child would often pray Soon my son, I’ve gotta entertain the fans, until there are none You know we'll be a close-knit family, when I’m all dusted and done I've aged quite a lot, since those hippy years I now prefer to sip on shandy, than those heavy beers I said, “What, speak up”, I can’t hear anything in my ears They said, we have our problems, like remembering our wives You forget your recent life, but seem to remember earlier times But it's sure been nice listening to music with all you guys It's sure been nice listening to music with you And as they left the building, one by one, gone before me The young would grow up, just like me They would find their own great anthem, just like me His young child cried, that little boy blew away his pain Daddy always told him, he wanted his family, not all the fame When you comin' home, Daddy, the sweet child would often pray Soon my son, I’ve gotta entertain the fans, until there are none You know we'll be a close-knit family, when I’m all dusted and done.
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
A Great Anthem
My childhood hero died in a crushing way We attended his funeral the very next day There were still flowers about and words to say He left us so early with so much more music to play Taken before he knew, his song had become a great anthem He'd say "Mama told me, I’d been born with a silver spoon Yep, I’d been born with a silver spoon His young child cried, that little boy blew away his pain Daddy always told him, he wanted his family, not all the fame When you comin' home Daddy, the sweet child would often pray Soon my son, I've gotta entertain the fans, until there are none You know we’ll be a close-knit family, when I’m all dusted and done Church speakers turned on, then all in harmony, everybody sings We all said, "Thanks for the music man, for the joy that it brings Your lyrics speak to us all, almost the same as the ole kings Now laid to rest, with paper and pen, as we bow on down As we left the building, the kids were playing cats in the cradle And we thought, Wow! Even the young ones feel the beat, yep For real, Wow! Even the young ones feel the beat His young child cried, that little boy blew away his pain Daddy always told him, he wanted his family, not all the fame When you comin' home, Daddy, the sweet child would often pray Soon my son, I've gotta entertain the fans, until there are none You know we'll be a close-knit family, when I’m all dusted and done Well, one year later, we came together, again So great to see you all, for those of us that remain Guys, we all rock to the same beat, while we’re still alive We shook each others hands, and said our goodbyes What I'd really like though guys, is to have one more beer So five hours later, we all agreed to get together every year His young child cried, that little boy blew away his pain Daddy always told him, he wanted his family, not all the fame When you comin' home, Daddy, the sweet child would often pray Soon my son, I’ve gotta entertain the fans, until there are none You know we'll be a close-knit family, when I’m all dusted and done I've aged quite a lot, since those hippy years I now prefer to sip on shandy, than those heavy beers I said, “What, speak up”, I can’t hear anything in my ears They said, we have our problems, like remembering our wives You forget your recent life, but seem to remember earlier times But it's sure been nice listening to music with all you guys It's sure been nice listening to music with you And as they left the building, one by one, gone before me The young would grow up, just like me They would find their own great anthem, just like me His young child cried, that little boy blew away his pain Daddy always told him, he wanted his family, not all the fame When you comin' home, Daddy, the sweet child would often pray Soon my son, I’ve gotta entertain the fans, until there are none You know we'll be a close-knit family, when I’m all dusted and done.
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 7:26 AM UTC
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