Big Hands Colvin
Danny
Lyrics
Danny you know it ain't right. Danny you know it ain't healthy. You play and you play day and night, get down on your knees to the wealthy. You just sit at that piano, you think this jazz is the most. Go outside throw a football. Son get some sun, you're as white as a ghost.
All of your friends they're the same ( those guys are all the same) living on money they've been given ( livin' givin')
You smile when you terll me it's a game, (I guess you think it's just a game) nobody owes you a living,( nobody owes you anything at all) You just sit at that piano, you think this jazz is the most. Go outside throw a football. Son, get some sun, you're as white as a ghost.
What's the boy going to come to,( what's the boy gonna come to ) how's he's going to survive?( sleep all day up all night) what's the boy gonna come to? ( what's the boy gonna come to) How's he gonna stay alive? sleep all day up all night) what's the boy gonna come to) Nobody owes you sleep all day up all night) what's the boy gonna come to?
Credits
Lyrics Credits: Colvin
Music Credits: Colvin
Producer Credits: Colvin
Publisher Credits: Colvin
Performance Credits: Big Hands Colvin, Jesse Savage on guitar
Label Credits: Tres Torres
Description
Short Song Description:
A father asking his musician son how he's going to survive in the world just playing his damn music.
Metadata
Song Length: 5:05
Primary Genre: Folk-Rock
Secondary Genre: Pop-Rock
Tempo: Medium (111 - 130)
Subject Matter 1: Son
Language: English