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Tommy Shaw - Give
Song:Give 'em Hell Harry
Album:The Great DivideGenres:Bluegrass
Year:2011 Length:275 sec


Harry Truman was born to play piano
That's all he ever thought about
From the first time he touched those ivory keys
He never had a single doubt
Started playing for all the kin folks
Then in honky tonks and bars
Never once entertained the thought
Of playing a silly six string guitar
He was a piano player dog gone it, case closed
As he made his way to the gigs he'd play
He found the roads in an awful state
I'm not talking about Missouri per se
But the thoroughfares weren't so great
He said 'My name is Harry, Harry Truman'
Give 'em hell Harry give 'em hell
When the lights came on they rang your liberty bell
From Missouri to the White House
There's one thing Harry knew
If you don't learn to milk a cow
They'll never ask you to
Because Harry's mind was sharp and nimble
Those citizens were in luck
He strapped his family's old upright Kimble
Up in the bed of his county truck
And every day on his lunch break
All that summer long
He'd park his ruck beside the lake
And play a medley of popular songs
The man sure knew how to string 'em together too
It's funny, those roads Harry built
Led him to the White House
Under good old FDR
His piano now drew high class crowds
And he was smoking 50 cent cigars
Somewhere out in New Mexico
They were building atom bombs
But how on earth was Harry to know
What the hell was going on
See, he'd been left in the dark about an awful lot
Until that fateful day
When Harry and the rest of the nation got
The news that the President had passed away
And in an instant the music stopped and the weight
Of the world fell upon his shoulders
They sent him across the ocean to a summit
With Churchill and Stalin too
They posed for pictures out by the bar-b-que grill
Then they went inside for stew
Grumpy old Churchill was soon filled with doubt
Over all of Stalin's demands
All Harry could seem to think about
Was Stalin's tiny little hands
Couldn't be much of a piano player, that's for certain
Give 'em hell Harry...
Well he travelled wide and he travelled far
And when all was said and done
He went back home and opened up a piano bar
And called it 'Jefferson's Favorite Son'
Quit shaving, grew his hair down past his shoulders
And wore a fringed John Lennon vest
Got snide remarks from some of the local elders
But he was loved by all the rest
Then every December as time marched on
He'd put on a red velvet suit
And perform his medley of holiday songs
To a 21 gun salute
Give 'em hell Harry Truman, Give 'em hell...


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