TAKE IT OFF THE SCREEN
Print the sheet for the piano stand, or load the MIDI into any app and practise at your own tempo.
HOW TO PLAY
- 1Put your right thumb on middle C. Most beginner songs stay under five fingers — you never move your hand.
- 2Set the speed down and turn CLICK on. Press each key exactly when the note reaches the line.
- 3Loop the bar that keeps breaking until it feels easy, then add the left hand and take the speed back up.
LYRICS
An on ly (C)child a lone and wild, a (Bm)cab ’net mak er’s son,
his hands were meant for dif f’rent work and his (Am)heart was known to (C)none.
He left his (C)home and went his lone and (Bm)sol i tar y (C)way,
and he (Am)gave to me a gift I know I me (Am)nev er (D7)can re (G)pay.
A qui et (C)man of mu and sic, de (Bm)nied a sim pler fate.
He tried to be a sol dier once, but his (Am)mu sic would n’t (C)wait.
He earned his (C)love through dis ci pline, a (Bm)thun d’ring vel vet (C)hand.
and His (Am)gen tle means of sculpt ing souls took me (Am)years to (D7)un der (G)pay.
(G)stand.
The lead er of the band is tired and his (C)eyes are grow ing old,
but his (Am)blood runs through my (Em)in stru ment and his (Am)song is in my (F)soul.
My life has been a poor at tempt
to im i tate the man.
I’m (Am)just a liv ing leg a cy to the (Am)lead er of the (G)band.
My broth er’s (C)lives were dif f’rent for they (Bm)heard an oth er call;
(Am)one went you to Chi ca go, and the (Am)oth er to St.
(D)Paul.
And I’m in (C)Col o ra do when I’m (Bm)not in some ho tel,
And (Am)liv ing out this life I’ve chose and (Am)come to (D7)know so (G)well.
(G)nough.
The lead er of the band is tired and his (C)eyes are grow ing old,
but his (Am)blood runs through my (Em)in stru ment and his (Am)song is in my (F)soul.
My life has been a poor at tempt
to im i tate the man.
I’m (Am)just a liv ing leg a cy to the (Am)lead er (C)of the (G)band.
I’m (Am)just a liv ing leg a cy to the (Am)lead er (C)of
the (G)band.
SONG INFO
- Level
- 4 of 5
- Key
- G
- Tempo
- 140 BPM
- Plays
- 5
- Category
- Folk
- Artist
- Dan Fogelberg