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Stop Singing These Sad Songs Harry Chapin Stop singing these sad songs Just tell me 'bout the good times I have heard that cold hard truth so many time before Stop singing these sad songs Just tell me 'bout the good times, baby 'Cause I Same Sad Singer Harry Chapin I'm just the same sad singer of the lonely songs you long since left behind you. Since you've gone I've gone along, Been writing the music I've always wanted to, And they just picked up on me. The Same Sad Singer Harry Chapin I'm just the same sad singer of the lonely songs you long since left behind you. Since you've gone I've gone along, Been writing the music I've always wanted to, And they just picked up on me. Changes Harry Chapin Ten years ago I first heard him singing to a screaming crazy crowd now there's thirteen loyal people trying to sound that loud. And I wonder as I watch him now why his songs don't turn me on. Old Folkie Harry Chapin 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. Stranger with the Melodies Harry Chapin This stranger with his melody, Singing there in the gloom. And he repeated it over and over again, Such a soft and sinkin' sound. It was kind of like a music box that was slowly winding down. Somebody Said Harry Chapin wave Somebody said...We got to find the words Got to, got to be an answer there Somebody said that...You never get heard 'Cause nobody really cares Do your feet just dance Where the waves begin Stop She Sings Songs Without Words Harry Chapin 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 know She sings the songs Story of a Life Harry Chapin Now off you go horizon bound And you won't stop until you've found Your own kind of way. You Are the Only Song Harry Chapin You're the harvest and you're the seed And you're my first and my final song For you own me indeed Oh yes, oh yes, Yes, after all is said and done You're the one song that I need I've sung my songs Any Old Kind of Day Harry Chapin The night has had it's laughing, when the street lights blind the stars, So now it's shedding rain to sing it's sorrow, It's time for me to sleep and to rest these thoughts away, There's gonna be another Last of the Protest Singers Harry Chapin He's the last of the protest singers, Selling truth and commitment, He don't get much work these days, He's billed as a novelty act, And he stands there with his thumb out, Hitching a ride towards Poor Damned Fool Harry Chapin Maybe someday he'll be sad. I say that that's too bad, He never knew how much he had. I'm glad I got you now. Yes I've had my ups and downs As I've been ramblin' around And I'll be candid. There Only Was One Choice Harry Chapin There's Seeger singing in his heart He hopes his songs will somehow start To heal the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself W*O*L*D* Harry Chapin Boise, Idhao That's how this business goes Well I am the mornin' DJ on W O L D Playin' all the hits for you wherever you may be The bright good mornin' voice who's heard but never seen If you keep on singing Sunday Morning Sunshine Harry Chapin These streets were never highways For I had not known the sky above. These days were never my days For I had not known your love. Song Man Harry Chapin And while I have been singing you've been there to see me through and so I think it's long past time that I wrote this song for you. The Parade's Still Passing By Harry Chapin was trying to cry for us all You weren't no sage But your sense of outrage Sounded like a trumpet call Fifteen years ago In the old folky show You were just one voice in the crowd But now with so few singing Tangled Up Puppet Harry Chapin You'd cling to me smiling, yours eyes wide and wild Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing hello Twist away and toss a kiss, laughing as you go You used to say "Read me a story and sing me songs Dreams Go By Harry Chapin tailored suit So many years gone by, but your're still so cute We take the car to go and meet the bus When our grandchildren come to visit us You say you should have been a ballerina, babe There are songs Love Is Just Another Word Harry Chapin Hey, sister, stop your tryin'; don't you know that you were lost when you were born a girl? Hey, sister, stop your cryin'; Don't you know you're just another woman of the world? Why Do Little Girls? Harry Chapin tall Why did the little girls grow crippled While the little boys grow strong The boys allowed to come of age The girls just came along The girls were told sing harmonies The boys could all sing songs Could you put your Light on Please? Harry Chapin Whatever it was, she knew it was holy, And each time I tried to hold her her smile came sad and slowly. She said, "No one knows me." The Rock Harry Chapin He told the magistrates "I believe that we can stop it but the time is getting late You see I've done all the research my plans are all complete." If My Mary Were Here Harry Chapin I would not be so stoned If my Mary were here I don't think I'd have phoned you If my Mary were here I'm a sad sack Sir Galahad Who's sword's around his knees With a Grail no longer holy And a Legends of the Lost and Found Harry Chapin So l'll sing you every silly, sad, and happy song I know. And you'll open every part of you that you've got left to show. And I'll pour myself around you like the sunshine drowns the field. My Old Lady Harry Chapin She says she's going to take a bath I hear her singing in the tub upstairs While I'm sitting here spitting out chunks of my heart Forced into being fair, While she's splashing rround up there, I'm Six String Orchestra Harry Chapin Oh, I write love songs for my favorite girl and sing them soft and slow. But before I get to finish, she says she has to go. Country Dreams Harry Chapin Darling, don't get mad at me I'm doing this for you, It's really not so sad to see we had Growing up to do. Shooting Star Harry Chapin his head He took off East one morning Towards the rising sun's red glow She knew he was going nowhere But of course she let him go And as she stood and watched him dwindle Much too empty to be sad