A lonely child alone and wild
A cab's netmaker's son
His hands were meant for diff'rent work and his heart was known to none
He left his home and went his lone
And solitary way
And he gave to me a gift I know
I never can repay
A quiet man of music
Denied a simpler fate
He tried to be a soldier once
But his music wouldn't wait
Yearned his love through discipline
A thund'ring velvet hand
His gentle means of sculpting souls
Took me years to understand
The leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
My brother's lives were differrent
For they heard another call
One went to
Chicago
And the other to St Paul
And I'm in Colorado when I'm not in some hotel
Living out this life
I've chose
And come to know so well
I thank you for the music
And your stories of the road
I thank you for the freedom
When it came my time to go
I thank you for the kindness and the times when you got tough
And papa I don't think I said
I love you near enough the leader of the band is tired
And his eyes are growing old
But his blood runs through my instrument
And his song is in my soul
My life has been a poor attempt
To imitate the man
I'm just a living legacy
To the leader of the band
I am a living legacy
To the leader of the band
