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You Don’t Get a Trophy - Cindy Taplin.mp3

Song for John Lewis, words by Tom Prasada-Rao, music by Linda Sharar.   This draft sung and played by Tom on August 14, 2020

Just in case, you forget
As you lay in your Sunday best
You are golden, you are blessed
Fold your hands upon your chest
And you can let love do the rest

If the world is unaware
They still think that God wasn’t there
The hour has come, they’ll confess
Now you are heavens’ honored guest
It's time to let love do the rest

When you pray, move your feet
Make good trouble, let it speak
So you said, so I’ve heard
As if the meek, could inherit the earth

Still believe words in red
As I pull on that hidden thread
Who can say what comes next?
But as l walk in your footsteps
I will let love do the rest
Yes I will let love will do the rest

Silver Spring, July 25, 2020

Cowrite with Tom Prasada Rao, Tom's first draft - Let Love Do The Rest

Most likely the loudest song I've ever recorded, thanks in no small part to the rocking slide of the late, great Buck Dilly on lead guitar(s), Jeff Barg on Drums & Chris Farrelly on bass. Track 7 from 'Tales from Sixth & Clinton' on Zesty Records, 1997 produced by Paul Maassen (Jeff, Chris  & Paul were in Harpoon Daddies at the time), Engineered & Mixed at Mix-o-lydian by Don Sternecker. Words & Music Gregg Cagno, Greggnotes Music ASCAP

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