Oh, it sat in this corner for many a year
Through fireside parties, of tears and cheers
The hands of James Hooker flew over it's keys
And God know who who else 'fore it came to me
When I was alone I could be Julie Gold
It rang her "From A Distance" just like it was my own
I'd pretend I've the voice of Beth Nielsen Chapman
I wrote "Late Night Grande (Hotel)"
With just my right hand happenin'
Chorus
Now it's keys rent the air in it's new place to stand
A gift for the children who'll play right and left hand
Just a 1937 pre-war Kimball
Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand
Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand
Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand
Oh, it's lonesome in this corner at five am
I'd called Harlan Howard, only he'd understand
All of those melodies that came to be
Mornings in that corner... That piano and me
I wish for a left hand like Glen D. Hardin
I could play Jimmy Webb or perhaps Randy Newman
Ah, it's a blessing it never met Jerry Lee's feet
Just the hands of those children
Is all this Kimball needs
I've let it go... Let it go
That piano I bought from Al Jones long ago
I've let it go, I've let it go
I smiled as it rolled out the door
The songs that we wrote, ah, not for note
That piano will always know
Chorus
And God bless the child
Who's got a song
Who's got a song
Who's got a song
(Nanci Griffith) Oh, it sat in this corner for many a year Through fireside parties, of tears and cheers The hands of James Hooker flew over it's keys And God know who who else 'fore it came to me When I was alone I could be Julie Gold It rang her "From A Distance" just like it was my own I'd pretend I've the voice of Beth Nielsen Chapman I wrote "Late Night Grande (Hotel)" With just my right hand happenin' Chorus Now it's keys rent the air in it's new place to stand A gift for the children who'll play right and left hand Just a 1937 pre-war Kimball Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand Oh, it's lonesome in this corner at five am I'd called Harlan Howard, only he'd understand All of those melodies that came to be Mornings in that corner... That piano and me I wish for a left hand like Glen D. Hardin I could play Jimmy Webb or perhaps Randy Newman Ah, it's a blessing it never met Jerry Lee's feet Just the hands of those children Is all this Kimball needs I've let it go... Let it go That piano I bought from Al Jones long ago I've let it go, I've let it go I smiled as it rolled out the door The songs that we wrote, ah, not for note That piano will always know Chorus And God bless the child Who's got a song Who's got a song Who's got a song Explain Request ×
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