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Date: 13 Apr 98 18:15:34 -0700
From: "Parker Lord"
<plord@us.oracle.com>
Subject: b/box_set/hbwa.pro
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# HBWA, Performed by Box Set
# Transcribed by Parker Lord
# Comments to: pjlord@best.com
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{t:HBWA}
{st:Box Set}
Capo 1
I'm a son of blue shirt wage
A soldier of rock and steel
Father worked an iron hand
And mother taught me well how to feel
At seventeen the boy is free
Headed west in a Chevrolet
Expectations overblown
And a mouth full of something to say
There's a woman waiting for me there
With blue jeans on and roses in her hair
A touch of gold to pacify my blue
I might not be a dancer, but I'll keep in step with you
She's as young as rising sun
As cool as an evening breeze
She's got music in her blood
And a heart full of harmony's needs
She's the soul of self control
As warm as the summer sky
She's an angel when it's right
a bitch when she's being denied
Out in the back of some cafe
We'll hold the night a million miles away
And wrap our hearts around one point of view
I might not be an author, but I'll write the book on you
She'll be the lyric in my song
A touch of soul to keep me turning on
The pinnacle of all I'll hold as true
I might just be a dreamer, but I'll fall in love with you
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