Leader Of The Band taby ukulele według Dan Fogelberg

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An only child, alone and wild
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A cabinet maker son.
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His hands were meant for different work, 
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and his heart was known to none.
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He left his home and went his lone 
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and solitary way.
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And he gave to me a gift I know 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 through disipline
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A thundering 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, his eyes are growing old.
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But his blood runs through my instrument 
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and his song is in my soul.
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My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man.
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I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.

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My brother's lives are different
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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 the life I chose 
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And come to know so well.


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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 your 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, his eyes are growing old.
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But his blood runs through my instrument 
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and his song is in my soul.
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My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man.
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I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.