Chords for Harry Chapin's Story of a Life Live (High Quality)

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[E] This is a brand new song that I really want to do for you.
I've been in a super romantic mood over the last six, eight months.
I think I did it for one of the two shows we're doing in January.
It's a song I wrote the lyrics to on a particularly wild flight one night going from Austin to Dallas the night that Wichita Falls bit the bury.
That tornado went through and just ruined the town.
It's north of Dallas and so I was going up and down.
And I saw my life flash in front of my eyes and I ended up writing this story called Story of a Life. _ _ _
This is also a song I guess that's best for people who've had a couple years go through their belts. _ _ _
_ I can see myself.
It's a golden sunrise.
Young [C#m] boy, open up your eyes.
[F#m] Supposed to be your day.
_ _ _ _ _ [Am] Now off you go, horizon [F#] bound.
You won't stop until you've found [E] your own kind of way. _ _
_ _ _ And the wind will whip your tousled hair.
[C#m] The sun, the rain, the sweet [F#] despair.
Brave tales of love and strife.
[F#m] _ _
_ [Am] Somewhere on your path to [F#] glory you will write your story [E] of a life. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ And all the towns that you walk [C#m] through and all the people that you talk to [F#m] sing you their songs. _ _
_ _ [A] And there are times you change your [B] stride.
There are times you can't decide.
[E] Still you go on. _ _ _ _
And then the young girls dance their gypsy [C#m] tunes and share the secrets of the moon.
[F#] So soon you _ find a wife.
_ [A] And though she sees your dreams go [F#] poorly, still she joins your story [E] of a life. _ _ _ _
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_ _ So you settle down and the children come [C#] and you find [F#] a place that you come from.
Your wandering is done.
[F#m] _ _ _ _ _
[E] And all your [A] dreams of open [F#] spaces you find in your children's [E] faces one by one.
_ _ _ _ _ And all the trips you know you missed [C#m] and all the lips you never kissed [F#] cut through you like a knife.
_ _ [Am] And now you see stretched [Em] out before they [F#] just another story [E] of a life. _ _ _ _ _ _
So what do you do [F#] now _ when she [C#m] looks at you now?
You [Bm] know those same old jokes all are just as [E] terrible.
You tell them to her now. _ _
_ _ And [D] all the same old songs all the minstrels [E] sang you sing them to her now.
It don't [F#] matter anyhow, _ cause [C#m] she knows by now.
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_ _ _ And every chance you take don't mean a thing.
What [C#m] variations can you bring to this [F#m] shop-worn melody? _ _ _ _
_ And [A] every year goes by like a tolling bell.
It's [B] battered merchandise you sell [E] not well she can see. _ _ _
And though she's heard it all a thousand [C#m] times couched in your attempted rhymes, [F#] she'll march to your drum and fight.
_ _ But the [A] question that goes up [Em] before me [F#] where's my magic story of [E] a life? _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ Now I found sometimes words could serve me well, [C#m] sometimes words can go to hell [F#m] for all that they do. _
_ _ _ [A] _ And for every dream that took me [Bm] high there's been a dream that's passed me [E] by I know it's so true. _ _
_ _ And I can see it clear out to the end [C#m] and I'll whisper to her now [F#] again because she shared my life. _ _
_ [Am] Far more than all the ghosts of [B] glory she makes up the story. _ _ _ _
_ [Am] _ She's the only [B] story. _
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