There Only Was One Choice Harry Chapin

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There's a kid out on my corner
Hear him strumming like a fool
Shivering in his dungarees
But still he's going to school
His cheeks are made of peach fuzz
His hopes may be the same
But he's signed up as a soldier
Out to play the music game

There are fake patches on his jacket
He's used bleach to fade his jeans
With a brand new stay-pressed shirt
And some creased and wrinkled dreams
His face a blemish garden
But his eyes are virgin clear
His voice is Chicken Little's
But he's hearing Paul Revere

When he catches himself giggling
He forces up a sneer
Though he'd rather have a milk shake
He keeps forcing down the beer
Just another folkie
Late in coming down the pike
Riding his guitar
He left Kid Brother with his bike