About the song
Let’s embark on a journey through the melodic realms of soft rock with the timeless tune “Tin Man” by the renowned band America. Released in 1974 as part of their album “Holiday,” this song continues to enchant listeners with its gentle harmonies and thought-provoking lyrics.
Penned by the talented songwriting duo Dewey Bunnell and Gerry Beckley, “Tin Man” quickly captured the hearts of music enthusiasts upon its release. Its introspective lyrics and melancholic melody resonate with themes of vulnerability and self-discovery, inviting listeners to reflect on the complexities of the human experience.
Upon its debut, “Tin Man” soared to the upper echelons of the music charts, peaking at number four on the Billboard Hot 100. Its success solidified America’s reputation as a prominent force in the soft rock genre, earning them critical acclaim and a dedicated fan base.
The album “Holiday,” which features this iconic track, received widespread praise from both critics and audiences alike. With its seamless blend of lush instrumentation and poignant storytelling, the record showcases America’s musical prowess and enduring appeal.
Over the years, “Tin Man” has become a mainstay on classic rock radio stations and playlists, cementing its status as a timeless classic. Its haunting melody and heartfelt lyrics continue to captivate listeners of all ages, reaffirming its place in the pantheon of great American rock songs.
So, sit back, relax, and allow yourself to be swept away by the evocative sounds of America’s “Tin Man,” as it takes you on a poignant journey through the depths of the human soul.
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Lyrics
Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelvesBut Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad.So please believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubblesOh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir GalahadSo please believe in me
When I say I’m spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubblesNo, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn’t, didn’t already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir GalahadSo please believe in me