Handheld Bellows-Driven Free-Reed Aerophone
Well, he's crooning the Mediterranean streets
He's busking on the sidewalk in Bordeaux and Leeds
Might have a shoulder strap, or strap to his thumb
A case full of money, or a cup full of none
But that don't matter, least it's not how he talks
He's just proud to be the man who can play the squeezebox
He's on the handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, I wish that I could Hohner
Well, there's Cajun, melodeons, Quebecois, and swing
Diatonic, chromatic, and some whole other things
Sounds something like a siren, or a howling coyote
And when you hear the six reeds, he got some Baldoni
I got no problem with an organ or a fiddle
But you give me four stops and I'll meet you in the middle
With a handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, I wish that I could
Now when the time gets going she's a-ringin' in the kitchen
When you're all alone, it's a friend who's always with you
Got lots to say from near two-hundred years
Of square sets and polkas and tears and jeers
Red carpets of the monarchs, humming in the bight
And playing with Roger Daltrey's mama all night.
Ah, the handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, I wish that I could Hohner
The handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, I wish that I could Hohner
The handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, you know I got a Hohner
He's busking on the sidewalk in Bordeaux and Leeds
Might have a shoulder strap, or strap to his thumb
A case full of money, or a cup full of none
But that don't matter, least it's not how he talks
He's just proud to be the man who can play the squeezebox
He's on the handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, I wish that I could Hohner
Well, there's Cajun, melodeons, Quebecois, and swing
Diatonic, chromatic, and some whole other things
Sounds something like a siren, or a howling coyote
And when you hear the six reeds, he got some Baldoni
I got no problem with an organ or a fiddle
But you give me four stops and I'll meet you in the middle
With a handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, I wish that I could
Now when the time gets going she's a-ringin' in the kitchen
When you're all alone, it's a friend who's always with you
Got lots to say from near two-hundred years
Of square sets and polkas and tears and jeers
Red carpets of the monarchs, humming in the bight
And playing with Roger Daltrey's mama all night.
Ah, the handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, I wish that I could Hohner
The handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, I wish that I could Hohner
The handheld bellows-driven free-reed aerophone
Pleated sides, and the voicings of multiple tones
The colour of wine, or rich fine wood
Ivory keys, and she sounds so good
My life it changed the second I was shown her
She's just so sweet, you know I got a Hohner
Credits
Writer(s): Jeffrey Pittman
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