Songs That Harry Wrote

Songs That Harry Wrote - Harvey Andrews/Graham Cooper

Written by：Harvey Andrews

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 wanna dance machine

I was far too tired to be angry

I was too d**n 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 mister 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 mister 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 a like a new found land

And now we understand

While you sing the songs that harry wrote

You sing with all your soul

For annie from america

And the singing makes you whole

Yes you sing for the mister tanners

For the waitresses with dreams

For the lost ones and the lonely

And for all that music means

There were songs before machines