Chords for Story of a Life-Harry Chapin

[C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ I can see myself, [Em] it's a golden sunrise, young boy, open up [F#m] your eyes, it's supposed to be your day. _ _
_ [E] [A] Now off you go, horizon [B] bound, and you won't stop until you've found [E] your own kind of way. _ _
_ And the wind will whip your tousled hair, the sun, the [C#m] rain, the sweet [F#m] despair, great
tales of love and strife.
_ [A] And somewhere on your path to [B] glory, you will write your story [E] of a life. _ _ _ _
_ And all the sounds that you walk [C#m] through, and all the people that you [F#m] talk to 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#m] so
soon you find a wife.
_ [A] And though she sees your dreams go [B] poorly, still she joins your story [E] of a life. _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#m] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ So you settle down, and the children come, and you [C#m] find a place that you come [F#m] from, your
wandering is done. _ _
_ [A] And all your dreams of open [B] spaces you find in your [A] children's faces, [E] one by one. _ _
_ And all the trips you know you [C#m] missed, and all the lips you never kissed, [F#m] got through
you like a knife.
_ [A] And now you see stretched out before [B] they, just another story [E] of a life. _ _ _ _
So what do [B] you do now, [F#m] when she looks [C#m] at you now?
You know [D] those same [Bm] old jokes on [D] Majestas [E] tell, you tell them to her now.
_ _ _ [D] And all the same old [Bm] songs that Woodminster [E] sang, you sing them to her now. _ _
But it [B] don't matter anyhow, [C#m] cause she knows by now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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So every chance you take don't mean a [C#m] thing, what variations can you bring [F#m] to this shop wall melody?
_ _ [B] _ [F#m]
[C#m] And [A] every year goes by like a tolling [B] bell, it's battered merchandise you [E] sell, not well
she can see. _ _
And though she's heard it all a thousand [C#m] times, couched in your attempted rhymes, [F#m] she'll march
to your drum and fight.
[A] But the question that goes up [B] before me, where's my magic story [E] of a life? _ _ _ _
_ [C#m] Story _ of a life, _
_ [E] story, _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] _ story. _ _ _ _ _
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_ Now sometimes words can serve me well, [C#m] sometimes words can go to hell, [F#] for all that they do. _ _
_ [A] And for every dream that took me [B] high, there's been a dream that's passed me by, I [E] know it's so true. _ _
And I can see it clear after the end, [C#m] and I'll whisper to her now [F#m] again, because she
shared my life, [C#m] [A] far more than all the ghosts of [B] glory, she makes up the story, _ _ _ [F#m] _ she's [B] the only story.
_ _ [F#m] Ah. _
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