| "Harry Chapin's chin" It reminded me a lot a lookin like Duddley Do-Right's chin I mean, I just now noticed this while checkin... out a photo ... on an old CD... the paper, worn just a little bit thin. It's from way back when, He was a one of a kind... the grandest story teller, a fine guitar with cello'd music setting the background for his tales some fun, some happy, and those of a lover's wo's.... Harry's special smile always had a way of makin this ol dude finally give in and grin as his storys with his music he sat and masterfully told and sang... ...life, women and his best friends, some young... some old and those who never did a thing. A quiet tour down an old college avenue oh, and then the one about motel rooms, torn sheets and lover's he'd later discovered... in a then empty room...a vacancy of sorts, and ....but of course the song; the tale about a gifted baritone ... (who sang at local shows) I wonder if Old Harry's still listening ...kicked back, somewhere quietly high up in the heaven's sittin now between the brightest of the stars...to see if someone's still playin his dearly loved songs I know for one I find myself still waitin for a mail order Annie to give in and finally come along... Harry was a one of a kind, think I pointed that out just once before just wish that there were more musical ballads and story tellers to write those kind of sweet and special songs. Ya see, I was a big fan of Harry's...guess,cause in my head, all my life...I've been a sinner. |
| Written by Jerry Hawkins of Tulsa |
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| Remember when the music .....was a glow on the horizon of every new born day...and we felt safe.....and we could sing.... |