Robbie

Eb Robbie was a drummer in a rock band Cm Robbie had problems he felt Nobody could understand Eb Robbie was a smart kid I'm not truly sure Cm But my mother said he was Ab So I guess I believe her Ab Eb He left these old vinyls in my house Cm Bb Pink Floyd, The Grateful Dead Ab Eb But mom never played a single one Cm Bb I asked her why and she said Ab Eb That they were her brother's records once Cm Bb And they had painful stories from long ago Fm Eb Ab So my uncle's old stuff sits on the shelf Cm Bb With a history that nobody can know Eb Grandma told stories about Robbie Cm How he'd play his drums so loud And wake the house at three AM Eb Mom put his picture right next to one of me Cm She said there's some resemblance Ab But I guess I couldn't see Ab Eb Maybe there was something even then Cm Bb And my mother just knew Ab Eb That it was the music in our hearts Cm Bb That connected us two Ab Eb Maybe just the twinkles in his eyes Cm Bb Had projected on to me Fm Ab I was proud to share something Bb Eb With Robbie Gm Cm Well mom said that Robbie was never really happy Gm Ab Eb He always seemed to run with the wrong crowd Gm Cm Mom sort of always blamed it on her parents Ab Bb Even though she'd never dare to say it out loud Ab Eb Cm Bb January 21st, 1980 Ab Eb Bb My mother got a telephone call Ab Eb She always knew that there was something wrong Bb Cm Ab Eb But she didn't see that coming, at all Ab Bb And now I'm getting older Gm Cm This time of year's the worst Ab Bb My birthday's a few days away Gm Cm January 21st Ab Bb Mom never made a deal of it Gm Cm Fm She always tried to make me see Ab Gm Cm That even though Robbie was gone Gm Cm Now she had me Ab Eb He left those old vinyls in my house Cm Bb I try to play one every year Ab Eb To remember what we once lost Eb Bb To embrace the memory Bb Of when Robbie was here