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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Alex Radus
Alex Radus
Vocals
Daniel Manchester
Daniel Manchester
Bass
Charlie Heim
Charlie Heim
Drums
Daniella Fischetti
Daniella Fischetti
Violin
Tony Kovatch
Tony Kovatch
Other Instrument
Alan Rigoletto
Alan Rigoletto
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Radus
Alex Radus
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alex Radus
Alex Radus
Producer
Brian Herman
Brian Herman
Mastering Engineer
Jason Reif
Jason Reif
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Well here's a story I've heard told
It might be wrong it's pretty old
About a gypsy man and his guitar
He traveled throughout the land
In his gypsy caravan
Everyone said he was best by far
He played in Paris and Berlin
In London when the fog rolled in
You could hear him strumming through the night
Some folks said the angels had
Smiled on him and blessed his hands
Others say the devil stole his soul
But all we really know is
We can't play like Django
We can't play like Django
But we can try
Oh, when I take a solo
My fingers say "oh no"
Kiss them goodbye
Well they say he loved his guitar
Women, wine and smoky bars
But it was his grandson that he adored
He taught him octave melodies
Flatted fifths and minor threes
I think his favorite was the diminished chord
They jammed around the gypsy fires
People came from miles and miles
To see the master and the prodigy
But they all left disappointed
No matter what the old man did
He could not teach that young boy how to swing
And that's the most important thing
But we can't play like Django
We can't play like Django
But we can try
Oh, when I take a solo
My fingers say "oh no"
Kiss them goodbye
Well that gypsy led a good long life
And one night in his sleep he died
Left the boy a guitar and a couple picks
Oh, but someone made a big mistake
And on that funeral pyre placed
The guitar with the paper, cloth and sticks
That young boy ran with all his might
He stuck his hand into the fire
Came back with a guitar and a burning sting
And they all said the devil's sin
Or the angel's blessing passed to him
Cause then they saw the most amazing thing
All of a sudden, little Django could swing
But we can't play like Django
We can't play like Django
But we can try
Oh, when I take a solo
My fingers say "oh no"
Kiss them goodbye
It's so hard, why are all his songs so damn hard
I can't play it, it's too damn hard
I'm so mad and I'm gonna go back home to practice
It's so fast, why are all his songs so damn fast
I can't play it, it's too damn fast
I'm so mad and I'm gonna go back home to practice
Written by: Alexander Stephen Radus

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