Harmony
(Red Grammer, Smilin' Atcha Music)

When I was a boy, choir used to meet
At the little white church just down the street
A bunch of us kids learnin' how to sing,
But, Lord, we loved to make that little church ring
With Har-ar-armony

When I got a little older, used to get with the guys
And hour after hour we'd harmonize
'Fore we knew it we had ourselves a band;
Saturday night we'd be up on the stand
Singin' Har-ar-armony
One voice makes me want to sing,
Two voices make me feel like a king,
Three voices gettin' out of hand,
Four like to take me to the promised land
Singin' Har-ar-armony,
Singin' Har-ar-armony

Well, I never had much but this old guitar
'Til that blue eyed girl, she stole my heart
She can't sing and she can't play,
But the Lord up above knows she has her own way
Of makin' Har-ar-armony

Now I've got a little boy comes up to my knee,
He loves nothin' better than to sing with me
One of these days, he'll look me in the eye
Sayin', ''You take the low part, and I'll take the high
Har-ar-armony!''
Now the day I wake up and can't sing a song,
That's the day I'll be movin' on
I got a reservation and it always stands
They're savin' me a place in the angel band,
Singin' Har-ar-armony

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