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Danny
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Lyrics
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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?
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Credits
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Lyrics Credits: Colvin
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Music Credits: Colvin
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Producer Credits: Colvin
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Publisher Credits: Colvin
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Performance Credits: Big Hands Colvin, Jesse Savage on guitar
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Label Credits: Tres Torres
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Description
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Short Song Description: A father asking his musician son how he's going to survive in the world just playing his damn music.
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Metadata
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Song Length: 5:05
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Primary Genre: Folk-Rock
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Secondary Genre: Pop-Rock
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Tempo: Medium (111 - 130)
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Subject Matter 1: Son
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Language: English
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