(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 its 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’
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Now its keys rent the air in its 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
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And God bless the child
Who’s got a song
Who’s got a song
Who’s got a song