Of missing persons â Jackson Browne (Album: Hold Out)
Intro:
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Your father was a rounder he played that rock and roll
A leaper and a bounder down to his gypsy soul
The music was his angel and sorrow was his star
And those of us who follow might hope to reach as far
They re walking slow in Houston speechless in D.C.
There s no way I could tell you what he meant to me
Your mother s a survivor she ll do what must be done
Her children will revive her and help her see the sun
She almost knew that unison but the singing stopped too soon
Now she shares the silence with a man up in the moon
To speak of missing persons tonight there s only one
And we all carry with us what the man s begun
And you can sing this song on July the Fourth
In the sunny south and the frozen north
It s a day of loss, it s your day of birth
Does it take a death to learn what a life is worth?
Your brothers are all older and they ll take it in their stride
The world s a little colder but manhood s on their side
Now you re the little girl-child and you look so much like him
And he s right there inside you each time you want to sing
Sing of missing persons tonight there s only one
But he s where you can find him when it s said and done
And we will sing this song on July the Fourth
From the sunny south and the frozen north
This will always be your day of birth
May you always see what your life is worth
Slide solo:
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And you can sing this song on July the Fourth
In the sunny south and the frozen north
It s a day of loss, it s your day of birth
Coda:
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Transcribed by Gerard Koot (Amsterdam, The Netherlands) â dec 2008
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