Lullaby For A Stool

A D E7 A AM9/G# Thinking of the little girl who plotting her escape F# Bm B E E7 From the room where she’s been grounded for staying up too late A D E7 A AM9/G# Is also planning to have cookies, but don’t tell her dad F# Bm E7 A If it weren’t for the kitchen stool, she’d never reach the jar A D E A AM9/G# They’ll say I’m a fool F# Bm Yet here I stand E7 Asus4 A Writing a song for a stool A D E7 A AM9/G# Thinking of the peaceful man who looking at his town F# Bm B E E7 Draws the rooftops and the church the second time around A D E7 A AM9/G# They told him he should never sit, that beauty comes with pain F# Bm E7 A Looks at his canvas from his stool, knows he’d have done the same A D E A AM9/G# They’ll say I’m a fool F# Bm Yet here I stand E7 Asus4 A Writing a song for a stool A D E7 A AM9/G# Thinking of the girl and boy who madly fell in love F# Bm B E E7 He plays the guitar, she loves that, though he just plays three chords A D E7 A AM9/G# Sneaking through the first floor window as soon as lights go out F# Bm E7 A He brought a stool although he’d said he wouldn’t need help for that. A D E A AM9/G# They’ll say I’m a fool F# Bm Yet here I stand E7 Asus4 A Writing a song for a stool A D E7 A AM9/G# Thinking of the tired man who just works afternoons F# Bm B E E7 He knows the paintings, knows the names, knows each way to each room A D E7 A AM9/G# He hides his books, reads on the job, unmoving as a stone F# Bm E7 A Up there as his pivot stool befits him like a throne A D E A AM9/G# They’ll say I’m a fool F# Bm Yet here I stand E7 Asus4 A Writing a song for a stool A D E7 A AM9/G# Thinking of the timeless friends who no matter the day F# Bm B E E7 Will gather ‘round the bar tonight with nothing more to say A D E7 A AM9/G# The barman on the other side knows the unspoken rule F# Bm E7 A To finally join this mournful lot, he’ll need to have a stool A D E A AM9/G# They’ll say I’m a fool F# Bm Yet here I stand E7 Asus4 A Writing a song for a stool A D E7 A AM9/G# Thinking of me after all now that I wrote this song F# Bm B E E7 There’s no better friend indeed with whom to play along A D E7 A AM9/G# If they ever make me sing with armrests on my side F# Bm E7 C#7 My guitar and I will regret the stool we sat on with pride F# Bm E7 A My guitar and I will regret the stool we sat on with pride