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Harry Chapin( Harry Forster Chapin )
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Mr. Tanner [Live]
Lyricist:Harry F. Chapin
Mr. Tanner was a cleaner From a town in the Midwest And of all the cleaning shops around He'd made his the best
But he also was a baritone Who sang while hanging clothes He practiced scales while pressing tails And sang at local shows
His friends and neighbors praised the voice That poured out from his throat They said that he should use his gift Instead of cleaning coats
But music was his life It was not his livelihood And it made him feel so happy And it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart And he sang from his soul He did not know how well he sang It just made him whole
His friends kept working on him To try music out full time A big debut and rave reviews A great career to climb
Finally they got to him He would take the fling A concert agent in New York Agreed to have him sing
And there were plane tickets, phone calls Money spent to rent the hall It took most of his savings But he gladly used them all
But music was his life It was not his livelihood And it made him feel so happy And it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart And he sang from his soul He did not know how well he sang Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com It just made him whole
The evening came, he took the stage His face set in a smile And in the half filled hall the critics sat Watching on the aisle
But the concert was a blur to him Spatters of applause He did not know how well he sang He only heard the flaws
But the critics were concise It only took four lines But no one could accuse them Of being over kind
Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio Made his Town Hall debut last night He came well prepared but unfortunately His presentation was not up to contemporary Professional standards
His voice lacks the range of tonal color Necessary to make it consistently interesting Full time consideration of another endeavor Might be in order
He came home to Dayton And was questioned by his friends Then he smiled and just said nothing And he never sang again
Excepting very late at night When the shop was dark and closed He sang softly to himself As he sorted through the clothes
Music was his life Not his livelihood It made him feel so happy And it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart And he sang from his soul And he did not know how well he sang It just made him whole
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