Record Player

 

He was 21 when he left his mama’s house

Felt he’d spent enough of his life in his dull hometown

Packed just one thing in its case, and he was on his way

 

Well, what’s in store… he’d never know,

But he knew that he could make a home

It didn’t matter where he settled there

‘cause he brought his record player

 

Portland fit him right and he dug the way it grooved

Traded in his old dirty hi-tops for business shoes

His habits surely changed, but one stayed the same

 

Sure, what’s in store… he’d never know,

But he knew that he could make a home

It didn’t matter where he settled there

‘cause he’s got his record player

 

Life had torn him up, spit him out, thrown him to the ground

But he knew he could rely on his vinyl sounds

Found peace in disarray; they saved his days

 

Yeah, what’s in store… he’d never know,

But he knew that he could make a home

It didn’t matter where he settled there

‘cause he’s got his record player

 

Finally, fell in love with a smile livin’ down the street

They spent every night holdin’ hands dancin’ to the beat

When he turned 98, he told her, “Babe…

 

Well, what’s in store… we’ll never know

But I smile ‘cause we have made a home

It doesn’t matter when I go up there

 

Said, what’s in store… we’ll never know

But I smile ‘cause we have made a home

It doesn’t matter when I go up there

‘cause you’ll have my record player”

 

© 2014 Steph Sloan Music