Thinking about Harry Chapin, gone 33 years ago today. Thats a third of a century without his astonishing songs to make us listen and think ... and sometimes cry. You know the waitress took her bar rag And she wiped it across her eyes And as she spoke her voice came out as something like a sigh She said, I wish that I was beautiful or that you were halfway blind And I wish I werent so goddamned fat, I wish that you were mine. And I wish that youd come with me when I leave for home For we both know all about emptiness and livin all alone And the little man Looked at the empty glass in his hand And he smiled a crooked grin He said, I guess Im out of gin And I know we both have been so lonely And if you want me to come with you thats all right with me Cause I know Im goin nowhere and anywheres a better place to be
Posted on: Wed, 16 Jul 2014 20:09:16 +0000
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