Agents Of Good Roots - The Ballad Of Hobby And The Piano

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