Leader Of The Band sing and play along

An only child alone and wild,

a cab'net maker's son, his hands were meant for diff'rent work and his heart was known to none.

He left his home and went his lone and solitary way,

and he gave to me a gift I know I me never can repay.

A quiet man of mu and sic,

denied a simpler fate.

He tried to be a soldier once,

but his music wouldn't wait.

He earned his love through discipline,

a thund'ring velvet hand.

and His gentle means of sculpting souls took me years to underpay.

stand. The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old,

but his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul.

My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man.

I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.

My brother's lives were diff'rent for they heard another call;

one went you to Chicago,

and the other to St.

Paul. And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel,

And living out this life I've chose and come to know so well.

nough. The leader of the band is tired and his eyes are growing old,

but his blood runs through my instrument and his song is in my soul.

My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man.

I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.

I'm just a living legacy to the leader of

the band.