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Paroles et musique :Mary Chapin Carpenter
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Intro :                        (2x)
 
 
He was a   long tall stranger from   way down south where he'd   left his life beh  ind
He had a   big old Gibson and a   pickup truck and   Shenandoah ey  es
And I   remember him sitting in that   local bar where I   earned my pay each n  ight
  Singing my songs to e  mpty chairs and   goin -  g   home half   tight    
 
 
So the   nights rolled by like   headlights shining on a   lonesome strip of t  ar
I kept his   words of kindness   close to me like a   pick on my guit  ar; And we
  Talked about the singers and the   songs we loved and the   songs we'd most forg  ot
In that   run-down bar they'd   make last call and I  'd nev -   er   want to   stop
 
 
'Cause I was   living on nothing but a   young girl's dreams
With my   cowbo -   y b  oots and my o  ld six-string
    Hitching my wagon t  o a star,   dreamin -     g of   leaving those   local bars
When I  'd get him up at   closing time for a   couple  -    of s  ongs and a ch  ance to shine
Like the   star that he longed to b  e, he looked a   helluv -   a l  ot like me
 
 
                       
 
 
He'd played a lot of places where the only wages were food and beer for free
No fancy licks, but he had him a gift for the kind of songs he'd sing
But you do what you can to be a satisfied man, just to have your peace of mind
So he gave it all up for a government job where the paychecks come on time
 
 
So now he comes to the bar to hear me play guitar and to share a drink or two
And we sit swapping tales of where we've been and what we'd rather do
There's a wealth of danger when you're talking to strangers, and I meet them
all the time
But my heart knew better than my head when I looked into those eyes
 
 
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the star that he longed to be, he looked a hell of a lot like me
 
 
Instrumental :
                       
                          
 
 
Well, maybe I'll quit when I got me a kid and a place to call my own
But tonight there ain't nobody there waiting up for me at home
It's a hell of a way to live from day to day not knowing where you're bound
But the look in his eyes made me realize I was glad for the life I'd found
 
 
'Cause I was living on nothing but a young girl's dreams with my cowboy boots
and my old six-string
Hitching my wagon to a star, dreaming of leaving those local bars
When I'd get him up at closing time for a couple of songs and a chance to shine
Like the   star that he longed to b  e, he looked a   hell o -     f a l  ot like   me
Like the   star that he'd always   be, he looked a   hell o -     f a l  ot like me
 
 
                       
 

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