BLUE COMB '78 (live) (trumpet)
"You know guys, I know what it's
like to be at the rock and roll
concerts. You go, and you might
be a little bit lonely. You might
look to your right or left and
maybe you see, I just drooled on
myself, a beautiful young
lady, and you're saying to
yourself. If only they would
play a slow song, that I might take
that young lady in my arms and slow
dance with her as if the night
would never end. Well my friends,
now is your chance! Take that
girl in your arms and slow dance
like there is no tommorow.
This is all fake!"
"Summer of 1978,
My sister and I in the
back seat just wait.
We pass the time by making
lines in the seat that we can't cross,
A thin line like dental floss"
(with next part)
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"She threw my new blue comb
out the window, somewhere on I-70
Dad said, "I'm sorry, but we can't go back,"
We're never going back to get it.
It was the first comb I ever had.
Got it just that morning from my mom and my dad.
Light blue in color, I could never find another,
comb like that, big and fat..."
(with chorus below)
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"So tell me, have you seen my comb?
Last time I saw it, it was in her hands,
And then it was bouncing down the road.
It wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown,
But now it might be from lying on the ground.
So tell me, have you seen my comb?"
(rhythm solo)
"Driving down the road in September,
I was only five but I still remember,
Where the highway turns at the bottom of the hill,
My parents both up front 'cause they loved each other still.
Maybe just a comb made of plastic,
An action of a sibling lacking couth,
But something that was thrown out that window,
Was the last great symbol of my youth"
(with chorus below)
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"So tell me, have you seen my comb?
Last time I saw it, it was in her hands,
And then it was bouncing down the road.
It wasn't fancy, it wasn't brown,
But now it might be from lying on the ground.
So tell me, have you seen my comb?"
