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SONGS THAT HARRY WROTE
(Harvey Andrews, copyright 1993)



I was in a bar room just the other night,
tuning my old guitar
When two young girls stood in front of me
and one said, "Hey grandpa"
"You gotta plug in, you gotta synthesise,
you gotta get outta those jeans.
We came here for music tonight and they hire us an old has been,
and we want a dance machine!"

I was far too tired to be angry,
I was too damn broke to be mad
I said "Give me a try tonight ladies,
I might not be too bad.
You see every song has a story,
if you listen you might just learn
That life's for the living by everyone,
and youth is a flame you burn
What you borrow you must return."

And I sang the songs that Harry wrote,
I sang with all my soul
For Annie from America
and the singing made me whole
Yes, I sang for the Mr. Tanners,
for the Waitresses with dreams
For the lost ones and the lonely
and for all that music means
There were songs before machines.

And when the night was over
and the room began to clear
And the glasses clinked and the spotlight blinked
and I reached for another beer
I looked around for the young girls,
but they must have left too soon
And I thought that trying to reach those kids
is like trying to reach the moon
Flying a silver spoon.

And I thought those days are over
and the songs must all be dead
Am I the last one singing
all the memories in my head.
I'd given them my best shots
and I'd hoped that they could see
That what the songs were saying
is you grow up fast and free
But you can't fight destiny.

And I sang the songs that Harry wrote,
I sang with all my soul
For Annie from America
and the singing made me whole
Yes, I sang for the Mr. Tanners,
for the Waitresses with dreams
For the lost ones and the lonely
and for all that music means
There were songs before machines.

The clock was chiming midnight
when I walked out to my car
And standing there were the two young girls,
so I put down my guitar
And the one reached up to kiss my cheek
and the other one held my hand
And they said "We thought you ought to know
it's like a new found land"
And now we understand why you...

Sang the songs that Harry wrote,
I sang with all my soul
For Annie from America
and the singing made me whole
Yes, I sang for the Mr. Tanners,
for the Waitresses with dreams
For the lost ones and the lonely
and for all that music means
There were songs before machines.