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Lyr Req: Leader of the Band (Dan Fogelberg)

27 Mar 99 - 03:17 AM (#66259)
Subject: leader of the band
From: skeedlepop

(verse left out)
My brothers' life were different
For they heard another call
One went to Chicago,
The other to St. Paul
And I'm in colorado
When I'm not in some motel
Living out the life I chose
And learned to love so well


27 Mar 99 - 06:55 AM (#66273)
Subject: RE: leader of the band
From: Ralph Butts

It's in the database. Just put "leader of the band" (no quotes) in the search box (upper right).

....Tiger


http://mudcat.org/@displaysong.cfm?SongID=3530


27 Mar 99 - 08:06 PM (#66378)
Subject: RE: leader of the band
From: Elizabeth (inactive)

Definitely recorded by Dan Fogelberg on his album "The Innocent Age", possibly even written by him but don't quote me on that! The song has a lovely poignancy don't you think.


27 Mar 99 - 09:12 PM (#66389)
Subject: RE: leader of the band
From:

Who's the leader of the band

that's made for you and me?

M - I - C - K - E - Y

M - O - U - S - E!

......


27 Jun 20 - 02:45 AM (#4061610)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Leader of the Band (Dan Fogelberg)
From: Joe Offer

Needs some correction work on the DT lyrics.


27 Jun 20 - 05:08 AM (#4061632)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Leader of the Band (Dan Fogelberg)
From: GUEST,Terry McDonald

Always loved this song. Unlike Dan Fogelberg, though, I sing the chorus after each verserather than after the second and fourth.


A Lonely child, alone and wild, a cabinet maker's son,
His hands were meant for different work,His soul was known to none,
He left his home and went his lone and solitary way
But he gave to me a gift that I know,I never can repay.

(Ch) The Leader of the Band is tired and his eyes are growing old,
But his blood runs through my instrument, his song is in my soul,
My life has been a poor attempt to imitate the man,
I'm just a living legacy to the leader of the band.

A quiet man of music, denied a simpler fate,
He tried to be a soldier once but his music couldn't wait,
He earned his love through discipline with a thundering velvt hand,
And his simple way of sculpting souls took me years to understand.

My brothers' lives were different for they heard another call,
One went to Chicago, the other to St Paul,
While I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some motel,
Living out this life I chose and have come to know so well.

So I thank you for the music and your stories of the road,
I thank you for the freedom when it came my time to go,
And I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough,
And Dad I know that I just never said 'I love you' near enough.