(Nanci Griffith)



Oh, it sat in this corner for many a year

Through fireside parties, of tears and cheers

The hands of James Hooker flew over its keys

And God know who who else 'fore it came to me

When I was alone I could be Julie Gold

It rang her "From A Distance" just like it was my own

I'd pretend I've the voice of Beth Nielsen Chapman

I wrote "Late Night Grande (Hotel)"

With just my right hand happenin'



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Now its keys rent the air in its new place to stand

A gift for the children who'll play right and left hand

Just a 1937 pre-war Kimball

Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand

Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand

Oh, the grace of that three-quarter grand



Oh, it's lonesome in this corner at five am

I'd called Harlan Howard, only he'd understand

All of those melodies that came to be

Mornings in that corner ... that piano and me

I wish for a left hand like Glen D. Hardin

I could play Jimmy Webb or perhaps Randy Newman

Ah, it's a blessing it never met Jerry Lee's feet

Just the hands of those children

Is all this Kimball needs



I've let it go ... let it go

That piano I bought from Al Jones long ago

I've let it go, I've let it go

I smiled as it rolled out the door

The songs that we wrote, ah, not for note

That piano will always know



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And God bless the child

Who's got a song

Who's got a song

Who's got a song