Lyrics

That Used to Be?
Words and Music © 2004 Henry E. Harris III


That used to be my whiskey joint
Before the factories all closed down that dark, dark day
Uncle Sam overspent, overseas is where the jobs went
Now there?s nowhere left ?round here to play

That used to be my guitar
Sitting in the pawn shop window
My wife said ?your more than able ?
Now put some food on the table ? and get out there and find your self a proper job?

Chorus1:
I used to be a music man
Singing my songs across the land
Long haired gypsy in a travelin? band
Now I?m haulin? kids and groceries in a Chrysler minivan

(Solo)

That used to be my motorcycle
Passin? me on down the road
I was the man in black (no sir, I wouldn?t take no crap) - and
Oh how I miss my old horse made of chrome

What I wouldn?t give to hit the road
Find some old smokey whiskey joint
Get my old guitar out of hock
My wife said wait a minute baby stop
We got bills to pay -- nag, nag nag -- oh what?s the point

Chorus2:
I used to be a music man
Now I?m just doin? the best I can
Long haired gypsy trapped in a family man
Now I?m haulin? kids and groceries in a Chrysler minivan

(Bridge)

I guess those dreams just kinda came and went
Each paycheck the money?s already spent
My guitar?s been bought and sold
Some young buck?s got her on the road
I only wish I knew which way they went

Chorus1:
I used to be a music man
Singing my songs across the land
Long haired gypsy in a travelin? band
Now I?m haulin? kids and groceries in a Chrysler minivan

Chorus 2:
I used to be a music man
Now I?m just doin? the best I can
Long haired gypsy trapped in a family man
Now I?m haulin? kids and groceries in a Chrysler minivan