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Playlist of Harry Chapin

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    Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle

    5:03

    Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle

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    Harry Chapin - Full Concert - 10/21/78 - Capitol Theatre

    1:40:55

    Harry Chapin - Full Concert
    Recorded Live: 10/21/1978 - Capitol Theatre (Passaic, NJ)

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    Setlist:
    0:00:00 - Chevy Chase Introduction
    0:00:54 - Flowers Of Red (with Chevy Chase)
    0:06:32 - Stranger With The Melodies
    0:14:03 - W.O.L.D
    0:19:25 - Get On With It
    0:24:06 - Cats In The Cradle
    0:29:07 - Poor Damned Fool / I Wanna Learn A Love Song
    0:38:08 - Odd Job Man
    0:43:27 - Mail Order Annie
    0:47:41 - A Better Place To Be
    0:55:55 - Mr Tanner (with audience volunteers)
    1:03:51 - 30,000 Pounds Of Bananas
    1:15:44 - Taxi
    1:22:19 - Speech
    1:28:05 - You Are The Only Song / All My Lifes A Circle

    Personnel:
    Harry Chapin - vocals, guitar
    Chevy Chase - vocals on Flowers Of Red
    Audience Volunteers - vocals on Mr. Tanner

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    Cats In The Cradle-Harry Chapin

    3:49

    Cats In The Cradle-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 talkin' 'fore I knew it, and as he grew
    He'd say I'm gonna be like you dad
    You know I'm gonna be like you

    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man on the moon
    When you comin' home dad?
    I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
    You know we'll have a good time then

    My son turned ten just the other day
    He said, Thanks for the ball, Dad, come on let's play
    Can you teach me to throw, 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 and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man on the moon
    When you comin' home son?
    I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
    You know we'll have a good time then

    Well, he came home from college just the other day
    So much like a man I just had to say
    Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?
    He shook his head and said with a smile
    What I'd really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys
    See you later, can I have them please?

    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man on the moon
    When you comin' home son?
    I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
    You know we'll have a good time then

    I've long since retired, my son's moved away
    I called him up just the other day
    I said, I'd like to see you if you don't mind
    He said, I'd love to, Dad, if I can find the time
    You see my new job's a hassle and kids have the flu
    But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
    It's been sure nice talking to you

    And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
    He'd grown up just like me
    My boy was just like me

    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man on the moon
    When you comin' home son?
    I don't know when, but we'll get together then son
    You know we'll have a good time then

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    Harry Chapin - Taxi

    6:44

    The well famed, (I feel over-rated in-comparison to some of his other songs) Taxi, In original form

    The best live version I'm aware of:


    I saw Harry Chapin and his band perform this song live on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. The audience gave them a thunderous, standing ovation. Carson was so impressed he invited Chapin back the next night for an encore. One of the great story-song writers. -Reddalestew

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    It was raining hard in 'Frisco,
    I needed one more fare to make my night.
    A lady up ahead waved to flag me down,
    She got in at the light.

    Oh, where you going to, my lady blue,
    It's a shame you ruined your gown in the rain.
    She just looked out the window, and said
    Sixteen Parkside Lane.

    Something about her was familiar
    I could swear I'd seen her face before,
    But she said, I'm sure you're mistaken
    And she didn't say anything more.

    It took a while, but she looked in the mirror,
    And she glanced at the license for my name.
    A smile seemed to come to her slowly,
    It was a sad smile, just the same.
    And she said, How are you Harry?
    I said, How are you Sue?
    Through the too many miles
    and the too little smiles
    I still remember you.

    It was somewhere in a fairy tale,
    I used to take her home in my car.
    We learned about love in the back of the Dodge,
    The lesson hadn't gone too far.
    You see, she was gonna be an actress,
    And I was gonna learn to fly.
    She took off to find the footlights,
    And I took off to find the sky.

    Oh, I've got something inside me,
    To drive a princess blind.
    There's a wild man, wizard,
    He's hiding in me, illuminating my mind.
    Oh, I've got something inside me,
    Not what my life's about,
    Cause I've been letting my outside tide me,
    Over 'till my time, runs out.

    Baby's so high that she's skying,
    Yes she's flying, afraid to fall.
    I'll tell you why baby's crying,
    Cause she's dying, aren't we all.

    There was not much more for us to talk about,
    Whatever we had once was gone.
    So I turned my cab into the driveway,
    Past the gate and the fine trimmed lawns.
    And she said we must get together,
    But I knew it'd never be arranged.
    And she handed me twenty dollars,
    For a two fifty fare, she said
    Harry, keep the change.
    Well another man might have been angry,
    And another man might have been hurt,
    But another man never would have let her go...
    I stashed the bill in my shirt.

    And she walked away in silence,
    It's strange, how you never know,
    But we'd both gotten what we'd asked for,
    Such a long, long time ago.

    You see, she was gonna be an actress
    And I was gonna learn to fly.
    She took off to find the footlights,
    And I took off for the sky.
    And here, she's acting happy,
    Inside her handsome home.
    And me, I'm flying in my taxi,
    Taking tips, and getting stoned,
    I go flying so high, when I'm stoned.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Cats In The Cradle

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    I searched this song a few days ago and couldn't find any versions with the words on it so I decided to make one with the lyrics. Please send any request to jbmmt1224@yahoo.com and make the subject REQUEST.

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    Harry Chapin- I Wanna Learn a Love Song

    4:09

    Harry Chapin- I Wanna Learn a Love Song

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    Harry Chapin- Vacancy

    4:02

    Visit for the best music!!
    Harry Chapin- Vacancy

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    Harry Chapin - All 14 minutes of Taxi & Sequel

    13:36

    Live '80 Hamilton Canada
    I've added links on top to Harry's LP's I have on another one of my channels.

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    Harry Chapin W.O.L.D.

    4:55

    Harry Chapin W.O.L.D. (WOLD)

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    Harry Chapin - A Better Place to Be

    8:32

    It was an early morning bar room,
    And the place just opened up.
    And the little man come in so fast and
    Started at his cup.
    And the broad who served the whisky
    She was a big old friendly girl.
    And she tried to fight her empty nights
    By smilin' at the world.

    And she said Hey Bub, It's been awhile
    Since you been around.
    Where the hell you been hidin' ?
    And why you look so down ?

    But the little man just sat there like he'd never heard a sound.

    The waitress she gave out with a cough,
    And acting not the least put off,
    She spoke once again.

    She said, I don't want to bother you,
    Consider it's understood.
    I know I'm not no beauty queen,
    But I sure can listen good.

    And the little man took his drink in his hand
    And he raised it to his lips.
    He took a couple of sips.
    And he told the waitress this story.

    I am the midnight watchman down at Miller's Tool and Die.
    And I watch the metal rusting, and I watch the time go by.
    A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
    And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
    And Lord, Lord, Lord she was alright.

    Oh she was so damned beautiful that she'd warm a winter's frost.
    But she was long past lonely, and well nigh unto lost.
    Now I'm not much of a mover, or a pick-em-up easy guy,
    But I decided to glide on over, and give her one good try.
    And Lord, Lord, Lord she was worth a try.

    Tongued-tied like a school boy, I stammered out some words.
    But it did not really matter much, 'cause I don't think she heard.
    She just looked clear on through me to a space back in my head.
    And it shamed me into silence, as quietly she said,
    'If you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
    Cause I know I'm going nowhere, and anywhere's a better place to be.
    Anywhere's a better place to be.'

    I drove her to my boarding house, and I took her up to my room.
    And I went to turn on the only light to brighten up the gloom.
    But she said, 'Please leave the light off, Oh I don't mind the dark.'
    And as her clothes all tumbled 'round her, I could hear my heart.
    The moonlight shown upon her as she lay back in my bed.
    It was the kind of scene I only had imagined in my head.
    I just could not believe it, to think that she was real.
    And as I tried to tell her she said 'Shhh.. I know just how you feel.
    And if you want to come here with me, then that's all right with me.
    'Cause I've been oh so lonely, lovin' someone is a better way to be.
    anywhere's a better way to be.'

    The morning come so swiftly but I held her in my arms.
    But she slept like a baby, snug and safe from harm.
    I did not want to share her with the world or break the mood,
    So before she woke I went out and brought us both some food.

    I came back with my paper bag, to find out she was gone.
    She'd left a six word letter saying 'It's time that I moved on.'

    The waitress took a 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 weren't so dog-gone fat, I wish that you were mine.
    And I wish that you'd come with me, when I leave for home.
    For we both know all about loneliness, 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 I'm out of gin.
    And know we both have been so lonely.
    And if you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
    'Cause I know I'm goin' nowhere and anywhere's a better place to be.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin - All My Lifes a Circle

    5:38

    Harry Chapin - Rockpalast Live taped in Germany on April 12, 1977

    All my life's a circle, sunrise and sundown
    Moon rolls through the night-time till the daybreak comes around
    All my life's a circle I can't tell you why
    Seasons spinning round again, the years keep rolling by

    Seems like I've been here before, and I well remember when
    I've got a funny feeling that we'll all be together again
    No straight lines make up my life, all my roads are bends
    There's no clear-cut beginning and so far no dead ends

    I've found you a thousand times, I know you've done the same
    Then we lose each other, it's like a children's game
    If I find you here again the thought comes through my mind
    Life is like a circle, let's go round one more time

    Note: The syncronization was a bit off, so I fixed and re-uploaded this wonderful song.

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    Harry Chapin W.O.L.D. original with sad ending.

    5:01

    Harrys W.O.L.D. original and best, slideshow with music track.

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    Harry Chapin - Shooting Star

    4:09

    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 listened to his visions
    She believed in his believe-ins

    Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
    And she was the moon shining back his light a little
    He was a shooting star
    She was softer and more slowly
    He could not make things possible
    But, she could make them holy

    He was dancing to some music
    No one else had ever heard
    He'd speak in unknown languages
    She would translate every word
    And then when the world was laughing
    At his castles in the sky
    She'd hold him in her body
    Till he once again could fly

    Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
    And she was the moon shining back his light a little
    He was a shooting star
    She was softer and more slowly
    He could not make things possible
    But, she could make them holy

    Well, she gave him a daughter
    And she gave him a son
    She was a mother, and a wife,
    And a lover when the day was done
    He was too far gone for giving love
    What he offered in its stead
    Was the knowledge she was the only thing
    That was not in 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
    He reappeared beside her saying,
    You're all I've ever had

    Oh, he was the sun burning bright and brittle
    And she was the moon shining back his light a little
    He was a shooting star
    She was softer and more slowly
    He could not make things possible
    But, she could make them holy
    Holy

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin - Thirty Thousand Pounds of Bananas

    5:50

    One of his more-famous songs in it's original form, the version on Greatest Stories Live, which I've already uploaded, contains two alternative endings and a little info on them. The version on the bottom line encore collection contains the fourth, and my favorite, alternate ending, along with the other three, I'll upload that in a little while.

    It was just after dark when the truck started down
    the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania.
    Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
    Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.

    He was a young driver,
    just out on his second job.
    And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
    for everyone in that coal-scarred city
    where children play without despair
    in backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
    about thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
    Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .

    He passed a sign that he should have seen,
    saying shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend.
    He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
    who was waiting at the journey's end.
    He started down the two mile drop,
    the curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
    He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
    Just a few more miles to go,
    then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
    and the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
    Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

    He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
    But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
    delights went through him.
    His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
    But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
    He said Christ!
    It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
    He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
    riding on his fear-hunched back
    was every one of those yellow green
    I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
    Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

    He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
    And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
    And he said God, make it a dream!
    as he rode his last ride down.
    And he said God, make it a dream!
    as he rode his last ride down.
    And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
    clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
    hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
    and Blue-Crossed seven people.
    it was then he lost his head,
    not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
    And he slid for four hundred yards
    along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
    All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.

    You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
    as it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
    he shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
    and he said (and this is exactly what he said)
    Boy that sure must've been something.
    Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
    Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
    Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
    of Bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin - W.O.L.D.

    5:17

    Hello honey it's me...
    What did you think when you heard me back on the radio... ?
    And what did the kids say when they knew it was their long - lost
    daddy-o....

    Remember how we'd listen to the radio
    And I said That's the place to be.
    And how I got that job as an FM jock
    The day you married me.
    It was 2 kids, and I was into AM rock
    But I just had to run around
    It's been 8 years since I left you babe
    Let me tell you 'bout what's gone down...

    I am the morning DJ... At W.O.L.D.
    Playin' all the hits for you... Wherever you may be.
    The bright good morning voice... Who is heard, but never seen!
    Feelin' all of 45.... Goin' on 15.

    The drinkin' I did on my last big gig...
    It made my voice go low
    They said that they like the young sound.......
    When they let me go.
    So I drifted on down to Tulsa Oklahoma
    To do me a late night talk show
    Now I've worked my way down home again
    Here to Boise Idaho.... That's how this business goes.

    I am the morning DJ... At W.O.L.D. !
    Playin' all the hits for you
    Wherever you may be
    The bright good morning voice... Who is heard but never seen.
    Feelin' all of 45..... Goin' on 15.

    I BEEN MAKIN' EXTRA MONEY DOIN' HIGH SCHOOL SOCK HOPS
    I'M A BIG-TIME GUEST EMCEE...
    YOU SHOULD HEAR ME TALKIN' TO THE LITTLE CHILDREN
    AND LISTEN WHAT THEY'RE SAYIN' TO ME!
    I GOT A SPOT ON THE TOP OF MY HEAD...
    JUST BEGGIN FOR A NEW TOUPEE
    AND A TIRE 'ROUND MY GUT FROM SITTIN' ON MY...
    BUT IT'S NEVER GONNA GO AWAY.......................................


    Sometimes I get this crazy dream
    And I just take off in my car
    But you can travel on ten thousand miles
    And still stay where you are
    I been thinkin' that maybe I should stop this jockeying
    And start that record store.
    Maybe I could even settle down....
    .... if you'd take me back once more.

    ...okay honey I see.
    I guess he's better than me...
    Sure girl, I understand.
    You don't have to worry, I'm such a happy man.

    wold WOLD wold WOLD wold WOL
    WOL WOL..

    WOLD D D

    I am the morning DJ..
    At KLBJ !
    Playin' all the hits for you
    Playin' 'em night and day!
    The bright good morning voice
    Who is heard but never seen...
    Oh! Feeling all of 45....
    .... Going on 16.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin: MR TANNER 81

    5:36

    REDONE WITHOUT BIRDS!
    From 1981 concert at Hamilton Place

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    Harry Chapins Story of a Life Live

    5:26

    One of Harry Chapin's best songs.

    Lyrics:
    I can see myself it's a golden sunrise
    Young boy open up your eyes
    It's supposed to be your day.
    Now off you go horizon bound
    And you won't stop until you've found
    Your own kind of way.
    And the wind will whip your tousled hair,
    The sun, the rain, the sweet despair,
    Great tales of love and strife.
    And somewhere on your path to glory
    You will write your story of a life.


    And all the towns that you walk through
    And all the people that you talk to
    Sing you their songs.
    And there are times you change your stride,
    There are times you can't decide
    Still you go on.
    And then the young girls dance their gypsy tunes
    And share the secrets of the moon
    So soon you find a wife.
    And though she sees your dreams go poorly
    Still she joins your story of a life.


    So you settle down and the children come
    And you find a place that you come from.
    Your wandering is done.
    And all your dreams of open spaces
    You find in your children's faces
    One by one.
    And all the trips you know you missed
    And all the lips you never kissed
    Cut through you like a knife.
    And now you see stretched out before thee
    Just another story of a life.


    So what do you do now?
    When she looks at you now?
    You know those same old jokes all the jesters tell
    You tell them to her now.
    And all the same old songs all the minstrels sang
    You sing 'em to her now.
    But it don't matter anyhow
    'Cause she knows by now.


    So every chance you take don't mean a thing.
    What variations can you bring
    To this shopworn melody.
    And every year goes by like a tollin' bell.
    It's battered merchandise you sell.
    Not well, she can see.
    And though she's heard it all a thousand times
    Couched in your attempted rhymes
    She'll march to your drum and fife.
    But the question echoes up before me
    Where's the magic story of a life?


    Now sometimes words can serve me well
    Sometimes words can go to hell
    For all that they do.
    And for every dream that took me high
    There's been a dream that's passed me by.
    I know it's so true
    And I can see it clear out to the end
    And I'll whisper to her now again
    Because she shared my life.
    For more than all the ghosts of glory
    She makes up the story,
    She's the only story
    Of my life

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    Harry Chapin - Dreams Go By

    4:55

    There you stand in your dungarees
    Looking all grown up and so very pleased
    When you write your poems they have so much to say
    When you speak your dreams it takes my breath away


    You know I want to be a ball player
    A regular slugging fool
    But both our dreams must wait awhile
    Until we finish school


    And so you and I
    We'll watch our years go by
    We'll watch our sweet dreams fly
    Far away, but maybe someday


    I don't know when
    But we will dream again
    And we'll be happy then
    Till our time just drifts away


    There you stand in your wedding dress
    You're so beautiful that I must confess
    I'm so proud you have chosen me
    When a doctor is what you want to be


    You know I want to be a painter, girl
    A real artistic snob
    But I guess we'll have our children first
    You'll make a home, I'll get a job


    Listen to the seasons passing
    Listen to the wind blow
    Listen to the children laughing
    Where do broken dreams go?


    There you stand in your 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 I should have sung
    But I guess our dreams have come and gone
    You gotta dream when you are young


    And so you and I
    We'll watch our years go by
    We'll watch our sweet dreams fly
    Far away, but maybe someday


    I don't know when
    But we will dream again
    And we'll be happy then
    Till our time just drifts away



    /Lyrics From The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin

    4:41

    Harry Chapin (Cat's In The Cradle) and his brothers perform this never-recorded original for Merv in 1965, before they had even recorded their first album. Their father Jim Chapin is on drums. Merv Griffin had over 5000 guests appear on his show from 1963-1986. Footage from the Merv Griffin Show is available for licensing to all forms of media through Reelin' In The Years Productions.

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    Harry Chapin - Mr. Tanner

    5:18

    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.
    He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows.
    His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat.
    They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats.

    But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
    and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
    And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
    He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.

    His friends kept working on him to try music out full time.
    A big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb.
    Finally they got to him, he would take the fling.
    A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing.
    And there were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall.
    It took most of his savings but he gladly used them all.

    But music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
    and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
    And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
    He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.

    The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile.
    And in the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle.
    But the concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause.
    He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the flaws.
    But the critics were concise, it only took four lines.
    But no one could accuse them of being over kind.

    (spoken) Mr. Martin Tanner, Baritone, of Dayton, Ohio made his
    Town Hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunately
    his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards.
    His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it
    consistently interesting.
    (sung) Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order.

    He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends.
    Then he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again,
    excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and closed.
    He sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.
    Music was his life, it was not his livelihood,
    and it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so good.
    And he sang from his heart and he sang from his soul.
    He did not know how well he sang; It just made him whole.


    /Lyrics From The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin Behind the Music

    44:05

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    Harry Chapin - Circle

    7:23

    All my life's a circle;
    Sunrise and sundown;
    Moon rolls thru the nighttime;
    Till the daybreak comes around.

    All my life's a circle;
    But I can't tell you why;
    Season's spinning round again;
    The years keep rollin' by.

    It seems like I've been here before;
    I can't remember when;
    But I have this funny feeling;
    That we'll all be together again.

    No straight lines make up my life;
    And all my roads have bends;
    There's no clear-cut beginnings;
    And so far no dead-ends.

    Chorus:
    I found you a thousand times;
    I guess you done the same;
    But then we lose each other;
    It's like a children's game;

    As I find you here again;
    A thought runs through my mind;
    Our love is like a circle;
    Let's go 'round one more time.

    Chorus


    /Lyrics From The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin - Cats in the Cradle 1977

    3:42

    Harry Chapin - Cat's in the Cradle 1977

    Released 1974

    My child arrived just the other day
    He came to the world in the usual way
    But there were planes to catch and there were bills to pay
    He learned to walk while I was away

    And he was talking 'fore I knew it and as he grew
    He'd say, I'm gonna be like you, dad
    You know, I'm gonna be like you

    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man in the moon
    When you coming home, dad? I don't know when
    We'll get together then, son, you know we'll have a good time then

    When my son turned ten just the other day
    Said, Thanks for the ball, dad, come on and let's play
    Can you teach me to throw? I said, Not today
    I got a lot to do he said, That's okay

    And he walked away but his smile never dimmed
    Said, I'm gonna be like him, yeah
    You know, I'm gonna be like him

    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man in the moon
    When you coming home, dad? I don't know when
    We'll get together then, son, you know we'll have a good time then

    Well, he came from college just the other day
    So much like a man I just had to say
    Son, I'm proud of you, can you sit for a while?
    He shook his head and he said with a smile

    What I'd really like, dad, is to borrow the car keys
    See you later
    Can I have them please?

    And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man in the moon
    When you coming home, son? I don't know when
    But we'll get together then, dad, We're gonna have a good time then

    Well, I've long since retired and my son's moved away
    Called him up just the other day
    I said, I'd like to see you if you don't mind
    He said, I'd love to, dad, if I could find the time

    You see, my new job's a hassle and the kid's got the flu
    But it's sure nice talking to you, dad
    It's been sure nice talking to you

    And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me
    He'd grown up just like me
    My boy was just like me

    Yeah, and the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon
    Little boy blue and the man in the moon
    When you coming home, son? I don't know when
    But we'll get together then, dad, we're gonna have a good time then

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    Harry Chapin: BETTER PLACE TO BE 81

    10:06

    REDONE WITHOUT BIRDS!
    From 1981 concert at Hamilton Place

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    Harry Chapin Dreams Go By

    4:45

    You can order all the works of Harry Chapin in the store at this link

    Harry Chapin died tragically before the age of 40 of cardiac arrest. He was survived by his wife, children and all those who his music touched and continues to.

    There you stand in your dungarees
    Looking all grown up and so very pleased
    When you write your poems they have so much to say
    When you speak your dreams it takes my breath away


    You know I want to be a ball player
    A regular slugging fool
    But both our dreams must wait awhile
    Until we finish school


    And so you and I
    We'll watch our years go by
    We'll watch our sweet dreams fly
    Far away, but maybe someday


    I don't know when
    But we will dream again
    And we'll be happy then
    Till our time just drifts away


    There you stand in your wedding dress
    You're so beautiful that I must confess
    I'm so proud you have chosen me
    When a doctor is what you want to be


    You know I want to be a painter, girl
    A real artistic snob
    But I guess we'll have our children first
    You'll make a home, I'll get a job


    Listen to the seasons passing
    Listen to the wind blow
    Listen to the children laughing
    Where do broken dreams go?


    There you stand in your 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 I should have sung
    But I guess our dreams have come and gone
    You gotta dream when you are young


    And so you and I
    We'll watch our years go by
    We'll watch our sweet dreams fly
    Far away, but maybe someday


    I don't know when
    But we will dream again
    And we'll be happy then
    Till our time just drifts away

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    Harry Chapin - Flowers Are Red

    4:31

    The little boy went first day of school
    He got some crayons and started to draw
    He put colors all over the paper
    For colors was what he saw
    And the teacher said.. What you doin' young man
    I'm paintin' flowers he said
    She said... It's not the time for art young man
    And anyway flowers are green and red
    There's a time for everything young man
    And a way it should be done
    You've got to show concern for everyone else
    For you're not the only one

    And she said...
    Flowers are red young man
    Green leaves are green
    There's no need to see flowers any other way
    Than they way they always have been seen

    But the little boy said...
    There are so many colors in the rainbow
    So many colors in the morning sun
    So many colors in the flower and I see every one

    Well the teacher said.. You're sassy
    There's ways that things should be
    And you'll paint flowers the way they are
    So repeat after me.....

    And she said...
    Flowers are red young man
    Green leaves are green
    There's no need to see flowers any other way
    Than they way they always have been seen

    But the little boy said...
    There are so many colors in the rainbow
    So many colors in the morning sun
    So many colors in the flower and I see every one

    The teacher put him in a corner
    She said.. It's for your own good..
    And you won't come out 'til you get it right
    And are responding like you should
    Well finally he got lonely
    Frightened thoughts filled his head
    And he went up to the teacher
    And this is what he said.. and he said

    Flowers are red, green leaves are green
    There's no need to see flowers any other way
    Than the way they always have been seen

    Time went by like it always does
    And they moved to another town
    And the little boy went to another school
    And this is what he found
    The teacher there was smilin'
    She said...Painting should be fun
    And there are so many colors in a flower
    So let's use every one

    But that little boy painted flowers
    In neat rows of green and red
    And when the teacher asked him why
    This is what he said.. and he said

    Flowers are red, green leaves are green
    There's no need to see flowers any other way
    Than the way they always have been seen.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin - Live 77 Rockpalast Concert

    1:29:42

    Shooting Star
    W*O*L*D 04:50
    Mr. Tanner 10:50
    Dance Band on the Titanic 16:28
    Taxi 22:20
    Six-String Orchestra 29:20
    Corey's Coming 33:49
    Blues Man 42:25
    Mail Order Annie 51:29
    30,000 Pounds of Bananas 59:20
    Cat's in the Cradle 1:06:18
    Circle 1:12:00
    Odd Job Man 1:19:20
    I Wanna Learn a Love Song 1:24:17

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    Harry Chapin - Remember When

    1:6:40

    With personal commentary by Harry's children Jen and Josh as well as his widow Sandy Chapin.
    Taxi 00:00
    Mr. Tanner 07:00
    I Wanna Learn a Love Song 12:24
    Song For Myself 17:00
    W*O*L*D 23:51
    Story of a Life 28:51
    A Better Place To Be 37:26
    Dancing Boy 47:17
    Story of a Life 52:07
    Cat's in the Cradle 57:25
    Circle 1:02:14

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    Harry Chapin - I Wanna Learn a Love Song

    4:27

    I come fresh from the street,
    fast on my feet, kind a lean and lazy;
    not much meat on my bones, and a whole lot alone,
    and more than a little bit crazy.
    The old six string was all I had
    to keep my belly still,
    and for each full hour lesson I gave
    I got a crisp ten dollar bill.

    She was married for seven years
    to a concrete castle king.
    She said she wanted to learn to play the guitar
    and to hear her children sing.
    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 wanna learn a love song full of happy things.
    She said, I wanna learn a love song; won't you let me hear you sing?
    She said, I wanna learn a love song, I wanna hear you play.
    She said, I wanna learn a love song before you go away.

    So I tried to teach her a couple of chords
    and an easy melody;
    but it always turned out she'd rather listen
    to my guitar and me.
    I could hear her old man laughing in the den,
    playing stud poker with the boys
    while I sang so soft in the living room,
    to scared to make much noise.
    I came one week and the den was dark
    and she met me at the door.
    And we sat on the couch and we sang and talked
    till I could not sing no more.
    The silence kept on building,
    her eyes grew much too wide;
    and I could her both of our heartbeats,
    but there was no place to hide.

    She said, I wanna learn a love song full of happy things.
    She said, I wanna learn a love song; won't you let me hear you sing?
    She said, I wanna learn a love song, I wanna hear you play.
    She said, I wanna learn a love song before you go away.


    Well, I guess you know what happened,
    God, I never been so clean.
    Yes, I feel like I'm working in a Hollywood movie
    or living out a good bad dream.
    And all them pinup girls in that tinsel world
    never touched me like she can;
    it took another man's wife in the real world life
    to make this boy a man.

    She said, I wanna learn a love song full of happy things.
    She said, I wanna learn a love song; won't you let me hear you sing?
    She said, I wanna learn a love song, I wanna hear you play.
    She said, I wanna learn a love song before you go away.
    I guess you know I stayed.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Bruce Springsteen 1987 Harry Chapin Tribute: Remember When the Music

    7:24

    In 1987 a tribute concert in honor of Harry Chapin was held, celebrating his would be 45 birthday.

    More information:

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    30,000 POUNDS OF BANANAS - HARRY CHAPIN

    11:44

    From Harry Chapin's Hit Album: Greatest Stories Live (Audio Only)

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    Harry Chapin - Taxi

    6:24

    1974 - PBS Soundstage. WTTW's Grainger Studio. Chicago, IL. Harry Chapin (1942-1981 vocal, guitar); John Wallace (bass, vocal); Ron Palmer (guitar); and Michael Masters (cello). Song was written by Harry Chapin. To learn more about Harry's life and legacy, please visit For more music: and

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    Harry Chapin: FLOWERS ARE RED 81

    7:22

    REDONE WITHOUT BIRDS!
    From 1981 concert at Hamilton Place

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    Harry Chapin - They Call Her Easy

    6:12

    They call her easy from the last concert dvd.

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    Harry Chapin- Mr. Tanner

    5:22

    Harry Chapin- Mr. Tanner

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    Harry Chapin - Cats in the cradle

    3:51

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    Harry Chapin - Sniper

    9:56

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    Harry Chapin- Taxi

    6:17

    Harry Chapin- Taxi

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    harry chapin there only was one choice

    14:36

    chapin at his best live

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    Harry Chapin sings TANGLED UP PUPPET Live

    2:25

    clip of live performance, sorry, not whole song..it's from the Tonite show, 1978 and was used as a clip in the 1987 Tribute Concert, and part way thru, the onstage orchestra and singer add into it, so it's nolonger jus Harry and his guitar. Sounds alittle strange, they should have just left it alone, but I guess the chick onstage wanted to sing along.....
    I'm a tangled up puppet,
    Spinning round in knots,
    And the more I see what I used to be,
    The less of you I've got.

    There was a time that you curled up in my lap; like a child
    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 of love
    For you were Princess Paradise like your wings of a dove
    Now I chase you and tease you trying to remake you my own
    But you just turn away and say please leave me alone.

    And I'm a tangled up puppet
    All hanging in your strings
    I'm a butterfly in a spider's web
    Fluttering my wings

    And the more that I keep dancing
    And spinning round in knots
    The more I see what I used to be
    And the less of you I've got

    You are a drawer full of makeup and rinses and things
    You keep changing your moods like your earrings and rings
    But tonight while we played tag for five minutes in the yard
    Just for a moment I caught you off guard
    But now you write your secret poems
    In a room just for your dreams
    You don't find time to talk to me
    About the things you mean
    And what I mean is--

    I have watched you take shape from a jumble of parts
    And find the grace and form of a fine work of art
    Hey, you, my brand new woman, newly come into your own
    Don't you know that you don't need to grow up all alone

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    Harry Chapin - Story of a Life

    5:22

    I can see myself it's a golden sunrise
    Young boy open up your eyes
    It's supposed to be your day.
    Now off you go horizon bound
    And you won't stop until you've found
    Your own kind of way.
    And the wind will whip your tousled hair,
    The sun, the rain, the sweet despair,
    Great tales of love and strife.
    And somewhere on your path to glory
    You will write your story of a life.


    And all the towns that you walk through
    And all the people that you talk to
    Sing you their songs.
    And there are times you change your stride,
    There are times you can't decide
    Still you go on.
    And then the young girls dance their gypsy tunes
    And share the secrets of the moon
    So soon you find a wife.
    And though she sees your dreams go poorly
    Still she joins your story of a life.


    So you settle down and the children come
    And you find a place that you come from.
    Your wandering is done.
    And all your dreams of open spaces
    You find in your children's faces
    One by one.
    And all the trips you know you missed
    And all the lips you never kissed
    Cut through you like a knife.
    And now you see stretched out before thee
    Just another story of a life.


    So what do you do now?
    When she looks at you now?
    You know those same old jokes all the jesters tell
    You tell them to her now.
    And all the same old songs all the minstrels sang
    You sing 'em to her now.
    But it don't matter anyhow
    'Cause she knows by now.


    So every chance you take don't mean a thing.
    What variations can you bring
    To this shopworn melody.
    And every year goes by like a tollin' bell.
    It's battered merchandise you sell.
    Not well, she can see.
    And though she's heard it all a thousand times
    Couched in your attempted rhymes
    She'll march to your drum and fife.
    But the question echoes up before me
    Where's the magic story of a life?


    Now sometimes words can serve me well
    Sometimes words can go to hell
    For all that they do.
    And for every dream that took me high
    There's been a dream that's passed me by.
    I know it's so true
    And I can see it clear out to the end
    And I'll whisper to her now again
    Because she shared my life.
    For more than all the ghosts of glory
    She makes up the story,
    She's the only story
    Of my life.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin- A Better Place to Be w/Lyrics

    10:02

    I do not own anything in this video, it is purely fan-made. All rights go to their respective owners.

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    Harry Chapin - Coreys Coming

    5:42

    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.

    I come by in the evening to hear 'bout where he's been
    He says - Come on sit down Kid, where shall I begin?
    He starts telling me the stories of the glories of his past
    But he always saves the story of his Corey for the last.

    And he says - My Corey's coming. No more sad stories coming
    My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
    And like I told you, when she holds you
    She enfolds you in her world.

    I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew
    And so I asked the townfolk if his stories were true
    They said - Old John was born here, he's lived here all his life
    He's never had a woman, let alone a wife.

    And very soon you'll find out as you check around
    That no one named Corey's ever lived in this town
    So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had heard
    He smiled and said - Reality is only just a word.

    I came by one evening but he did not hear my shout
    I looked in the window and saw the fire was out
    When he would not wake up I forced in the door
    And found that Old John Joseph would tell stories no more.

    The scene at the graveyard, three of us were there
    Me and the gravedigger heard the parson's prayer
    He said - We need not grieve for this man,
    For we know that God cares!

    They put the cold dirt over him and left me on my own
    And when at last I looked up I saw I was not alone
    So I said - If you're a relative, he had a peaceful end.
    She said - My name is Corey - you can say I'm just a friend.

    Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
    My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
    And like I told you, when she holds you
    She enfolds you in her world.

    So that's the old man's story, I'm glad you came tonight
    A busted down old railroad yard sure makes a lonely sight
    You may wonder why a young man would work out here alone
    Well the job pays enough to keep some flesh on my bones.

    And I confess I get to missing the old man a bit
    And there's one other reason I guess I should admit -

    Can't you see my Corey's coming, no more sad stories coming
    My midnight-moonlight-morning-glory's coming aren't you girl?
    And like he told me, when she holds me
    She enfolds me in her world.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin - Bummer

    9:56

    His mama was a midnight woman
    His daddy was a drifter drummer
    One night they put it together
    Nine months later came the little black bummer


    He was a laid back lump in the cradle
    Chewing the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
    Whenever he cried he got a fist in his face
    So he learned not to show his feelings


    He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
    Left back twice by the seventh grade
    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 he changed from a junkie to a hater


    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head.


    They threw him back on the street, he robbed an A & P
    He didn't blink at the buddy that he shafted
    And just about the time they would have caught him too
    He had the damn good fortune to get drafted


    He was A-One bait for Vietnam, you see they needed more bodies in a hurry
    He was a cinch to train cause all they had to do
    Was to figure how to funnel his fury


    They put him in a tank near the D M Z
    To catch the gooks slipping over the border
    They said his mission was to Search and Destroy
    And for once he followed and order


    One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po Valley
    With the ground still steaming from the rain
    There was a bloody little battle that didn't mean nothing
    Except to the few that remained


    You see a couple hundred slants had trapped the other five tanks
    And had started to pick off the crews
    When he came on the scene and it really did seem
    This is why he'd paid those dues


    It was something like a butcher going berserk
    Or a sane man acting like a fool
    Or the bravest thing that a man had ever done
    Or a madman blowing his cool


    Well he came on through like a knife through butter
    Or a scythe sweeping through the grass
    Or to say it like the man would have said it himself:
    Just a big black bastard kicking ass!


    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head.


    When it was over and the smoke had cleared
    There were a lot of V C bodies in the mud
    And when the rescued men came over for the very first time
    They found him smiling as he lay in his blood


    They picked up the pieces and they stitched him back together
    He pulled through though they thought he was a goner
    And it force them to give him what they said they would
    Six purple hearts and the Medal of Honor


    Of course he slouched as the chief white honkey said:
    Service beyond the call of duty
    But the first soft thought was passing through his mind
    My medal is a Mother of a beauty!


    He got a couple of jobs with the ribbon on his chest
    And though he tried he really couldn't do 'em
    There was only a couple of things that he was really trained for
    And he found himself drifting back to 'em
    Just about the time he was ready to break
    The V A stopped sending him his checks
    Just a matter of time 'cause there was no doubt
    About what he was going to do next


    It ended up one night in a grocery store
    Gun in hand and nine cops at the door
    And when his last battle was over
    He lay crumpled and broken on the floor


    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head.


    Well he'd breathed his last, but ten minutes past
    Before they dared to enter the place
    And when they flipped his riddled body over they found
    His second smile frozen on his face


    They found his gun where he'd thrown it
    There was something else clenched in his fist
    And when they pried his fingers open they found the Medal of Honor
    And the Sergeant said: Where in the hell he get this?


    There was a stew about burying him in Arlington
    So they shipped him in box to Fayette
    And they kind of stashed him in a grave in the county plot
    The kind we remember to forget


    And just like the man from the precinct said:
    Put him away, you better kill him instead.
    A bummer like that is better of dead
    Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin - Taxi rare unreleased version

    8:33

    This is an extremely rare version of Taxi. It was included on a promotional album from Elektra Records in January 1972.

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    The Shortest Story - Harry Chapin

    2:27

    Not only is it the shortest story, it's also the saddest story.

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    Harry Chapin - You Own the Only Light

    4:06

    Lyrics Posted by atticusfinch139

    You Own The Only Light by Harry Chapin
    I listen to the wind girl As you sleep by my side
    The weather's getting colder So much harder now to hide
    I confess I'm worried girl 'Cause as we fill up our days
    For all the dreams we said we'd live We watch them slip away

    So I hold you like an anchor
    I hold you in the night
    You're all that I can count on
    You own the only light
    And I hold you like an answer
    The only one that's right
    For when I'm lost in darkness
    You own the only light

    You see I think we know we're loosing it
    That easy dream is gone Like everyone we fool ourselves
    And say we're holding on But I know I can't return again
    You never can go home Though with you here I still am lost
    At least I'm not alone

    And I hold you like an anchor
    I hold you in the night
    You're all that I can count on
    You own the only light
    And I hold you like an answer
    The only one that's right
    For when I'm lost in darkness
    You own the only light

    Oh don't you ever take away your light
    Don't you ever leave me with your light
    Don't you ever take away your light
    Or else never let there be another night
    We traveled hard to get here girl
    But now our traveling's done
    And of all the answers I have found
    You're the only solid one

    And I'm frightened how I need you now
    But I can't wall in my heart
    And with you is how I hope to end
    And with you now I start

    And I hold you like an anchor
    I hold you in the night
    You're all that I can count on
    You own the only light
    Yes I hold you like an answer
    The only one that's right
    For when I'm lost in darkness
    You own the only light

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    Harry Chapin - Theres a lot of Lonely People Tonight

    3:46

    There's a lot of lonely people tonight
    Trying to make it through 'til the morning light
    There's me and you, babe, that's alright
    There's a lot of lonely people tonight

    I'm holdin' on tight to my pillow
    I wish it had a life of its own
    Starin' at the ceilin,' such a funny feelin'
    But nobody home

    But I know you're out there somewhere
    That you feel the same way too
    Now my only problem is trying to find
    A way of getting through to you

    There's a lot of lonely people tonight
    Trying to make it through 'til the morning light
    There's me and you, babe, that's alright
    There's a lot of lonely people tonight

    I guess we share the same old dream
    Or maybe it's the same old lie
    There's only one thing I'm sure of, now
    And that's our time keeps rolling by

    And far too many days run out
    And nights begin this way
    With my half of our hopeful couple
    Trying to hold the dark at bay

    There's a lot of lonely people tonight
    Trying to make it through 'til the morning light
    There's me and you, babe, that's alright
    There's a lot of lonely people tonight

    You can meet me on a city street
    Or meet me by a country stream
    You can meet me on a mountain top, babe
    But don't you meet me in my dreams

    You can meet me tomorrow morning
    Baby, maybe you met me back when
    You can meet me now inside this song

    'Cause I don't wanna sleep alone again

    There's a lot of lonely people tonight
    Trying to make it through 'til the morning light
    There's me and you, babe, that's alright
    'Cause there's a lot of lonely people
    So many lonely people

    There's a lot of lonely people all over the world
    Even little children and beautiful girls
    Yes, there's me and you, babe, but that's alright
    'Cause there's a lot of lonely people tonight

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at harrychapin.com\
    Thanks for the corrections hcitydave.

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    Harry Chapin - Woman Child

    5:24

    Dripping streetlights
    darkened buildings
    wandering
    head hung down low.
    Where will she go?

    Woman child, your eyes are wild.
    The rain runs down your hair.
    Woman child, mercy mild.
    What will you tell your teddy bear?

    I turned you on my solid body
    my electric Gibson guitar.
    My clever fingers searched
    and found exactly where you are.
    You went too far.

    I was an early morning phone call.
    What news have I received.
    A halting voice is telling me,
    what we have both conceived,
    asking how the dilemma,
    how can it be releived?

    I will give you money, Honey.
    I will set up a time.
    But you got to go there on your own babe,
    'cause I don't know that it's mine.

    Oh woman child
    mama's little angel's been defiled.
    Took a taxi to the clinic
    where they do the modern thing.
    The white coat doctor
    laid her out said

    You won't feel a thing.
    You get the sweet salvation
    that little old knife can bring.
    You don't have to worry 'bout no offspring.
    That's that.
    Go Home and take a nap.
    It's just a two hundred dollar mishap.
    It don't mean a thing.
    It's all over now
    you can tell your singer to sing.

    /Lyrics from The Harry Chapin Archive at Harrychapin.com\

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    Harry Chapin - Odd Job Man - 10/21/1978 - Capitol Theatre

    5:20

    Harry Chapin - Odd Job Man
    Recorded Live: 10/21/1978 - Capitol Theatre - Passaic, NJ
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    Personnel:
    Harry Chapin - vocals, guitar
    Chevy Chase - vocals on Flowers Of Red
    Audience Volunteers - vocals on Mr. Tanner

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