Mr. Tanner Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[G]Mis[Em]ter[G]
Tanner was a cleaner
from a town in the Midwest.
And of all the cleaning shops around
he'd made his [D]the best.
But he [C]also was a [Bb]baritone [Am]who sang
while hanging [G]clothes.
He practiced scales [F]while pressing
tails and sang [Em]at local [D]shows.
His [Em]friends and neighbors praised the voice
that [D]poured out from his throat.
They [Em]said that he should use his gift
in[D]stead of cleaning coats.

[Verse 2]
[G]
But [Bm]music was his life,
it was [Am]not his livelihood,
And [Em]it made him feel so happy and
[G]it made him feel [D]so good.
And [G]he sang from his [C]heart
and he [G]sang from his [D]soul.
He [G]did not know how [C]well he [G]sang; It
just [C]made him [G]whole.
[Em][G][Em]

[Verse 3]
[G]
His friends kept working on him
to try [Em]mu sic out full t[G]ime.
A big debut and rave reviews,
a [Em]great career [D]to climb.
[C]Finally they [Bb]got to him,
[Am]he would take [G]the fling.
A concert agent [F]in New York
[Em]agreed to have him [D]sing.
And there [Em]were plane tickets, phone calls,
[D]money spent to rent the hall.
It [Em]took most of his savings but
[D]he gladly used them all.

[Verse 4]
[G]
But [Bm]music was his life,
it was [Am]not his livelihood,
And [Em]it made him feel so happy and
[G]it made him feel [D]so good.
And [G]he sang from his [C]heart
and [G]he sang from his [D]soul.
He [G]did not know how [C]well he [G]sang; It
just [C]made him [G]whole.

[Verse 5]
[G]
The evening came, he took the stage,
his face set in a smile.
And in the half filled hall the critics
sat watching on [D]the aisle.
But the [C]concert was [Bb]a blur to him,
[Am]spatters of ap[G]plause.
He did not know how well he sang,
he [Em]only heard [D]the flaws.
But the [Em]critics were concise,
it [D]only took four lines.
But [Em]no one could accuse
them of [D]be ing over kind.

[Verse 6]
Mr. [G]Martin Tanner, Baritone,
of Dayton, [F]Ohio made his
Town Hall debut last [Eb]night. He came well prepared,
[D]but unfortunately
His presenta[G]tion was [C]not up to con
[Cm]temporary professional standards.
[Bb]His voice lacks the [C]range of t[Ab]onal
color necessary to make it
Con[G]sistently interesting.

[Verse 7]
[C]Full time consideration of an[Bb]other endeavor
might be in or[G]der.[Em][G][Em][G]
He came home to Dayton and was
[Em]questioned [G]by his friends.
Then he smiled and just said nothing
and he [Em]never [G]sang [D]again,
Except[C]ing [Cm]very [Eb]late at night when the
[Am]shop was dark an[G]d closed.
He sang softly to himself as he sorted

[Interlude 1]
through the clothes.
[D][G]
[Bm]

[Verse 8]
Music was [Bm]his life,
it was [Am]not his livelihood,
And it [Em]made him feel so happy and
it [G]made him feel [D]so good.
And [G]he sang from his [C]heart and
he [G]sang from his [D]soul.
He [G]did not know how [C]well he [Bb]sang; It
just [F]made [G]him[Em][G]
whole.