Accords et paroles The Parades Still Passing By Harry Chapin

The Parades Still Passing By

Harry Chapin

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[Intro]
G6    x4
[Verse 1]
I got the news today That you refused to play
Cause you never made number one but it's not just the words It's the deeds that are heard
When all is said and done
Kings take their crowns They melt them all down
Trying to get the gold out
You went to hell and even when you weren't selling
You never ever sold out
You weren't no leader
You were more like a bleeder
Who was trying to cry for us all
You weren't no sage
But your sense of outrage
Sounded like a trumpet call
[Verse 2]
Fifteen years ago
In the old folky show
You were just one voice in the crowd
But now with so few singing your voice would have been ringing
Out 'bout twice as loud.
[Chorus]
There but for fortune
Say a small circle of friends
Some may see the changes
So few see the ends
The pleasures of the harbor
Have come to you at last
You may not be marching anymore
But the parade's still going past
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[Verse 2]
We're not taking the blame that we killed you
You know you did that to yourself but it was kind of a shame that you played that game
Cause you were better than anyone else
One shot of your bottle got you full throttle
It was the friend that was always there
But your greatest gift and the curse you lived with
Was that you could always care
[Chorus]
There but for fortune
Say a small circle of friends
Some may see the changes
So few see the ends
The pleasures of the harbor
Have come to you at last
You may not be marching anymore
But the parade's still going past
[Outro]
[fade...]

The Parades Still Passing By

Harry Chapin