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Mr. tanner was a cleaner from a in the Midwest
And of all the cleaning shops around he'd his the best
But he also was a baritone who sang hanging clothes
He practiced scales while pressing tails and at local shows
His friends and neighbors praised the
That poured out his throat
They said that he should use his gift of cleaning coats

But music was his life, it was not his
And it made him feel so happy and it made him feel so
And he sang from his heart and he sang his soul
He did not know how well he sang, it just him whole

His friends kept working on him to try out full time
A big and rave reviews, a great career to climb
Finally they got to him, he take the fling
A concert agent in New York agreed to him sing
And there were plane tickets, phone calls, spent to rent the hall
It took of his savings but he gladly used them all

But music was his life, it was not his
And it made him so happy and it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang his soul
He did not know how well he sang, it just made him

The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a
And in the half filled hall the sat watching on the aisle
But the concert was a blur to him, of applause
He did not know how well he sang, he only heard the
But the critics were concise, it only took four
But no one could them of being over kind

"Mr. Tanner, baritone of Dayton, Ohio
Made his town debut last night
Be came well prepared, but unfortunately his
Was not up to contemporary professional
His lacks the range of tonal color
Necessary to make it interesting

Full time consideration of another endeavor be in order"

He came to Dayton and was questioned by his friends
Then he smiled and just nothing and he never sang again
Excepting very late at night when the shop was and closed
He sang softly to himself as he through the clothes

Music was his life, it was not his
And it him feel so happy, it made him feel so good
And he sang from his heart and he sang from his
And he did not know how well he sang, it just him whole