Lyrics

Musician’s Lament
©DeeLee
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deelee@deeleetree.com


Put that guitar down boy and lend a hand.
Why you sit there picking your mamma and me don’t understand.
You’ve got to help a little to keep on living.

Quit that racket child there’s work to do.
You’ve got to get up and go while the sky is still blue.
You’ve got to die a little to keep on living.

Time is wasting duty calls.
The early bird gets ahead and those that don’t fall behind,
Though it sounds unkind,
We’re telling you for your own good that’s why we think you should,

Give it a rest son for heaven’s sake.
Our ears and your fingers both could use a break.

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They don’t understand when the music is calling I simply have to go.
I don’t have a plan but I’m not stalling, certain things only my heart knows.
Don’t you worry ‘bout me I’m OK, I just wrote this song to say,
Don’t you ever lose your sense of rhythm.

Don’t you know that silly tune by heart?
I can hear neighbors singing harmony parts.

It’s 3:00 AM and your still playing,
Haven’t you heard a single word that I’ve saying?
I guess not.

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