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Fall In Love With Him Harry Chapin It's just no good-- (Fall in love with him) You know that you should (Fall in love with him) I wish that you would (Fall in love with him) If only you could (Fall in love with him). The Mayor of Candor Lied Harry Chapin The Mayor fought my courtship for he'd made other plans He saw her married to a better man than a boy with farmer's hands. I said -- I hate your father, it's so hard not to strike him. The Rock Harry Chapin The rock is gonna fall on us, he woke with a start And he ran to his mother, the fear dark in his heart And he told her of the vision that he was sure he'd seen She said: "Go back to sleep son, you're Shooting Star Harry Chapin He was crazy of course From the first she must have known it But still she went on with him And she never once had shown it And she took him off the street And she dried his tears of grieving She They Call Her Easy Harry Chapin She is giving out her love for free. I found her on the street like the bartender said. She was not great looking but not that bad. Bummer Harry Chapin Sniffing glue in Junior High And the first one in school to get laid He was a weed-speed pusher at fifteen He was mainlining skag a year later He'd started pimping when they put him away In jail I Wonder What Would Happen to Him Harry Chapin I'm the green young gentleman, and you're the lady with the past I admit I'm insecure about how long we will last I sort through in my mind the little that I know But the only things I find from where Cat's In The Cradle (LP Version) Harry Chapin My child arrived just the other day He came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay He learned to walk while I was away And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and Bluesman Harry Chapin The kid heard the word up in Brooklyn. It was his second year of medical school. He went and stashed some jeans into his guitar case, His father said, "You're a fool". Mr. Tanner Harry Chapin Mister 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. The Day They Closed the Factory Down Harry Chapin She said, "I watch him walk down Main Street A sweet one man parade. He'd tip his hat and just like that another score he'd made I'd watch the girls all watch him; moths drawn to the flame. She is Always Seventeen Harry Chapin She has no fear of failure, she's not bent with broken dreams. Sniper Harry Chapin He looks at the city where no one had known him. He looks at the sky where no one looks down. He looks at his life and what it has shown him. He looks for his shadow it cannot be found. I Finally Found It, Sandy Harry Chapin A new day is beginning I can feel it in my bones It's not what you are winning It don't matter what you own It is more than just a feeling More than just a song It's something like a healing And Caroline Harry Chapin Caroline Comes from the rain Glistening and shivering She laughs as she shakes off the weather Caroline Whispers her words Saying she'll always love me At least when we are together Caroline Old Folkie Harry Chapin He's the man with the banjo and the 12-string guitar. And he's singing us the songs that tell us who we are. When you look in his eyes you know that somebody's in there. Corey's Coming Harry Chapin Old John Joseph was a man with two first names They left him in the railroad yard when they took away the trains Only one run a week comes on roaring down that line So all he's got to worry 'bout is time Why Should People Stay the Same Harry Chapin You were chasing him down Braodway on that white-hot July, 'Cause he thought he'd got a message from some holy man on high. Dirt Gets Under the Fingernails Harry Chapin Now he was a man who worked with his hands Only in a motor he found peace He could make an engine sing like a bird He could find his only lind of release When he was up to the elbows in the grease Cat's In The Cradle Harry Chapin I said, "Not today, I got a lot to do" He said, "That's ok" And he walked away But his smile never dimmed And said, "I'm gonna be like him, yeah You know I'm gonna be like him" And the cat's in the cradle There Only Was One Choice Harry Chapin There's a kid out on my corner -- hear him strumming like a fool Shivering in his dungarees -- but still he's going to school His cheeks are made of peach fuzz -- his hopes may be the same But he's Salt And Pepper Harry Chapin And she'd curse and shout and as she hauled him out He'd say with a sheepish grin: Chorus: I've sailed the southern oceans And the stormy northern sea, But now that me sailin's over, me boys, It's She Sings Songs Without Words Harry Chapin I was thrown on the cobblestones, tossed at her feet My fool's mouth was filled with the dust from the street An out of work court jester with nowhere to go And no need to speak, for she seemed to I Do It For You Jane Harry Chapin And my life turned on its hinge in that smoky club As I ground out my past with my cigarette stub. Oh, I do it for you, Jane--I love you so, My kingdom is new but it's going to grow. Song for Myself Harry Chapin It's a song for myself just a song for myself You don't have to listen babe it's just a song for myself But since I fell in love with you it's brought some thoughts to mind if we're gonna raise Stranger with the Melodies Harry Chapin It was my first night in that rooming house. In the last room down the hall I heard a hoarse voice and an old guitar Coming through the paper thin walls. Old College Avenue Harry Chapin to find our past The street lights all were flickering The leaves were falling fast I walked down the winding road Looked up through the trees And I saw the corner window That you once shared with I Want To Learn a Love Song Harry Chapin So I'd show up about once a week in my faded tight-legged jeans with a backlog full of hobo stories and dilapidated dreams. She said, "I want to learn a love song full of happy things." On the Road to Kingdom Come Harry Chapin The priests stand in their pulpits The Pope sits on his throne The parishes are empty The choirboys on their own Until the Second Coming They're leaving us alone And God in his Heaven Has decided I Miss America Harry Chapin But late that night beneath the grieving moon There's a dazzling sight in my motel room For a grunting judge with his bulging eyes I give my all for his cherished prize. Oh why, oh why?