Music Man

Hey, Music Man, Music Man
Let me hear you play what you can,
When I hear you on the air,
I know when to pull up the chair.

Hey, Music Man, Hey, Music Man,
Play for us another good song again.
Let us hear those twanglin notes,
We need not take another road.

In the beginning of your song
I know it won't take too long,
Before it takes any of us to sing
Before any of us start in again.

At the end of our dreams
When we've seen what we need
Then we wait in silence for your word;
"Another word please," and you'll be heard.

When I was a rock star
I was just twiddlin my thumbs,
Now I'm doing country songs
Hey Lord, I'm touching the sun!

by Ralph R. Risoli

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