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A Thousand Songs by Bill Steele I woke up smelling bacon with a pinecone in my side I stuck my head out in the morning sun There was one guy fixing breakfast and twenty singing songs So I knew that breakfast never would get done I crawled out of my sleeping bag and picked up my guitar To start the day with coffee and a song We'd built a singing city underneath the spreading trees To join it all you do is sing along We started in the morning with a hymn to the sun We sang through lunch and dinner and we've hardly just begun We'll try to sing a thousand songs before this day is done And tomorrow there'll be a thousand more I met a girl down by the fire from a green Missouri farm She sang a song she said her mother made She sang about her father and the love he had to give And I offered her a song of mine in trade She said she didn't have the time; she had to catch a train And I feel a little sorry now and then But when you hear a thousand songs I guess it has to be There's some that you'll never hear again A kid came up and said hello and said he knew my name And he thought my songs were really where it's at And then he sang a song of his - he said it wasn't much But I wish that I could write one song like that They used to say that making songs was only for the few But we took these old guitars and proved them wrong For music is a language most anyone can learn And if you sing then you can write a song We sang around a lantern when we should have been in bed And everybody took a turn or two Whenever one crawled off to sleep, another took his place And everybody brought in something new I used to think I knew most every song there was to know I could sing out any one you cared to call But now I'd need three lifetimes just to learn what's going round And if everybody's got a song, then no one's got em all recorded by Bill Steele on Garbage SOF
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