The Ballad Of Hobby & The Piano Lyrics - Agents Of Good Roots

Lyrics: jones 

Music: jones 

Lyrics: 

Hobby was an only child 

He couldn't see or hear or read. 

But heard a voice inside his head 

Hobby was the deaf kid. 

Started playing toy piano 

Practiced morning, noon and night 

Got a gig and stole the show 

Hobby was a virtuoso. 

Now he's playing bop jazz 

A debussy in neck tie. 

Wynton came and couldn't speak 

When hobby played "a love supreme". 

(chorus): 

I know you hear something free 

Hobby was the bomb inside me 

Ears don't feel 

Eyes can't see 

Hobby was the deaf 

King of swing 

Saw him on arsenio 

You knew that he could really blow 

For hobby had completely floored us 

By the time he hit the second chorus 

Now he's playin' out shit. 

Shaved his hair and started smokin' 

Met a girl as sweet as honey 

She robbed him blind and stole his money 

But found some peace inside a thought 

Where his music never stopped. 

And out of nowhere came a light 

His ears could hear his eyes had sight. 

(chorus) 

Now hobby don't play no more 

Can't hear the chords that used to move him 

He opened up a record shop 

The specialty is hip-hop