Studio Musician

Fadd9 F Fadd9 Fadd9 "There are no lyrics here." F Em7 A7 Dm7 Am7 BbM7 FM7 Bb13 Eb9 I am a Studio Musician. We've never met, but you know me well. Dm7 Cm7 F7 BbM7 I am the English Horn who plays the poignant counterline, Bm7b5 F/C A/C# Dm9 Upon the song you heard, while making love in some hotel. Dm G7 F/C Am/C F7/C BbM7 A7b13 Dm I am a part of you. I've never tried for fame. You'll never know my name. F Em7 A7 Dm7 Am7 BbM7 FM7 Bb13 Eb9 I am the strings that enter softly, or three guitars, that glitter gold. Dm7 Cm7 F7 BbM7 I am the thousand trumpet lines that were an afterthought, Bm7b5 F/C A/C# Dm9 Intended as a way, to get a dying record sold. Dm G7 F/C Am/C F7/C BbM7 A7b13 Dm Cm7 Cm7 I never ride the road. I never play around. I play what they set down. BbM7 Ab7 Gm7 Csus C I'm a working musician, living from week to week. Cm7 F7 Gm7 Fm7 Bb7 I'm the voice through which empty men try to speak. EbM7 Dm7 Cm7 F7 A Studio Musician, blowin' the chance I seek! C/Bb Bb C/Bb Bb C/Bb Bb Csus "There are no lyrics here." F Em7 A7 Dm7 Am7 BbM7 FM7 Bb13 Eb9 And when the woodwind cushion rises, I start to dream, with a low brass bed. Dm G7 F/C Am/C F7/C BbM7 A7b13 Dm Cm7 Cm7 But I awake to horns; the drummer calls to me: "We're up to letter D" BbM7 Ab7 Gm7 Csus C I'm a man of the moment! Pop is my stock and trade. Cm7 F7 Gm7 Fm7 Bb7 Singles, Jingles and demos conveniently made. EbM7 Dm7 Cm7 F7 A Studio Musician, whose music will die unplayed! Gm7 D7b9 Gm11 Gm Fm7 Bb7 "You Deserve A Break Today" EbM7 Dm Cm Fsus7 A Studio Musician, whose music could have died... unplayed. EbM7 Eb Dm Cm7 F7 BbM7 "And like a good neighbor... State Farm is there."