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[Intro] G [Verse 1]

I can s^Gee myself it's a golden sunrise Y^Emoung boy open up your eyes

It's sup^Amposed to be your day

Now o^Cff you go horizon bound And y^Dou won't stop until you've found

Your o^Gwn kind of way

And the w^Gind will whip your tousled hair The ^Emsun, the rain, the sweet despair,

G^Amreat tales of love and strife

And some^Cwhere on your path to glory Y^Dou will write your story of a l^Gife

[Verse 2]

And a^Gll the towns that you walk through And ^Emall the people that you talk to

S^Aming you their songs And th^Cere are times you change your stride

Th^Dere are times you can't decide St^Gill you go on

And then the yo^Gung girls dance their gypsy tunes And s^Emhare the secrets of the moon

So s^Amoon you find a wife

And th^Cough she sees your dreams go poorly St^Dill she joins your story of a l^Gife

Em G [Verse 3]

So you se^Gttle down and the children come And you f^Emind a place that you come from

Your wan^Amdering is done

And a^Cll your dreams of open spaces Y^Dou find in your children's faces

O^Gne by one

And a^Gll the trips you know you missed And ^Emall the lips you never kissed

Cut th^Amrough you like a knife

And n^Cow you see stretched out before t^Dhee Just another story of a l^Gife

[Bridge]

So what ^Ddo you do now? When she looks at ^Emyou now?

You know those s^Fame old jokes all the jesters tell You t^Gell them to her now

And all the s^Fame old songs all the minstrels sang You s^Ging 'em to her now

But it don't ma^Dtter anyhow 'Cause she k^Emnows by now

[Verse 4]

So every ch^Gance you take don't mean a thing What var^Emiations can you bring

To this s^Amhop worn melody And the ye^Cars roll by like a tollin' bell

It's batt^Dered merchandise you sell Not w^Gell she can see

And though she's he^Gard it all a thousand times Co^Emuched in your attempted rhymes

She'll m^Amarch to your drum and fife But the que^Cstion that goes up before me

Wh^Dere's my magic story of a li^Gfe? [Verse 5] Now some^Gtimes words can serve me well

Som^Emetimes words can go to hell For ^Amall that they do

And for ev^Cery dream that took me high There's b^Deen a dream that's passed me by

I k^Gnow it's so true

And I can s^Gee it clear out to the end And I'll wh^Emisper to her now again

Be^Amcause she shared my life For m^Core than all the ghosts of glory

S^Dhe makes up the story S^Amhe's the only st^Dory

^Am7Of ^Dmy l^Gife

Harry Chapin - Story of a life