Playing pool and drinking beer in a bar
When the jukebox played a song,
The first time that I heard his music play.
And the music was a story and the story was a song
Touched my soul for a moment and you know he stayed

Well I listened to the stories and the years kept rolling by
And he somehow seemed to be a friend a mine.
Because he shared with me his feelings and some moments from his life
Touched my heart for a moment – touched my heart

There’ll be no more stories now the story tellers gone.
Who will tell the stories now the storytellers gone?
There’ll be no more stories now the story tellers gone.
Who will tell the stories now the storytellers gone?

And he’d been around to the distant places
He’d seen the pain on the childrens faces
And he took his fight to the highest places
Saying – Make a choice
Saying – I’m a voice for the hungry people

Well he came out to Australia to take a holiday
But we wouldn’t let the chance go by,
We asked him if he’d play
And he stood up there alone on stage
With his six stringed orchestra

Touched my life for a moment – touched my life for a moment
When he played

There’ll be no more stories now the story tellers gone.
Who will tell the stories now the storytellers gone?
There’ll be no more stories now the story tellers gone.
Who will tell the stories now the storytellers gone?

This song is a tribute to Harry Chapin – the storyteller.

Note: the lyric of the female harmony sung towards the end
Why, oh why do the good die young?

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