Story Of A Life Chords by Harry Chapin

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I can see myself, it's a golden [C#] sunrise, young boy, open up your eyes, it's supposed to be your day.
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[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, [C#m] the sun, the rain, the sweet [F#m] despair, brave
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 towns 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 the wine.
[A] And though she sees your dreams go [B] falling still, she joins your story [E] of a life. _ _ _ _ _
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So you settle down, and the children come, and [C#m] you find a place that you come from, [F#m] your
wandering is done. _ _ _
[A] And all your dreams of open [B] spaces you find in your [E] children's faces, one [C#m] by [E] one. _ _
_ And all the trips you know you [C#m] missed, and all the lips you never [F#m] kissed, cut through
you like a knife. _
[A] And now you see stretched out before [B] thee, just another story [E] of a life. _ _ _ _
So what [B] do you do now, when she looks [C#m] at you now?
You know [D] those same old jokes all the jesters tell, [E] you tell them to her now.
_ _ _ And all [D] the same old songs all [D] the minstrels sang, [E] you sing them to her now.
_ _ But [B] it don't matter anyhow, [C#m] cause she knows by now.
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ So every chance you take don't mean a thing, [C#m] what variations can you [F#m] bring to this shop wall melody?
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And every [A] year goes by like a tolling bell, it's [B] battered merchandise you [E] sell, not well
she can see.
_ _ And though she's heard it all a thousand times, [C#m] couched in your attempted rhymes, [F#m] she'll march
to your drum and fight.
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But the [A] question that goes up before me, [B] where's my magic story of [E] a life? _ _ _ _ _
[C#m] Story, _ _ _ _ _ _
[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 [E] by, I know it's so true. _ _
And I can see it clear out to the end, and I'll whisper to her now [F#m] again, because she
shared my life.
[A] Far more than all the ghosts of glory, [B] she makes up the story.
_ _ _ [F#m] _ _ She's the only [B] story _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[B] of my _ _ [E] _ _ life.
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