I’ve played myself on a stage or two
Drank ‘em dry of the free house brew
Bagged the mike when the power was through
But I need the boys in the band.
Ch:
So beat it Roger ‘till your wrist gets sore
Pick that banjo, John, and frail some more
I’ll keep ‘em going till they shout ‘encore”
If I just have the boys in the band.
Sat by a fire where the coals were hot
Picking guitar when my voice was shot
Telling the people “You know it’s not
Me, It’s the boys in the band!”
Singing a bridge that sounds out of sight
Vamping a chord till it rings just right
Hoping to hell that the skin is tight
For the beat from the boys in the band
Not all the boys are male. Just a thank you to John, Roger, Libby, Sue,Red,Allen and a few hundred others
Loved this Peter! Loved the way the lyrics flowed so it almost seemed as if I found myself falling into a quick-paced rhythm on each successive line. But what are the chords?
Ron
Fine compliment,from a outstanding poet.
Morchuis
Gina