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Leader of The Band
Leader of The Band
Leader of The Band
His hands were meant The leader of the band is tired And your stories of the road
For different work And his eyes are growing old I thank you for the freedom
And his heart was known to none But his blood runs through my instrument When it came my time to go
He left his home My life has been a poor attempt And the times when you got tough
And went his lone To imitate the man And, papa, I don't think I
And solitary way I'm just a living legacy Said 'i love you' near enough
A quiet man of music For they heard another call I am a living legacy to the leader of the
band
Denied a simpler fate One went to Chicago