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A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie..
Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones.
Not a million miles away from a man you might have known.
A miner in the twenties, blue scars…
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It aint like no ones done this before
But how can you tire of beautiful chords
In the fifties
In Tenessee
Where my love
was born
Two young men upped and
crossed the yard
both cold cos it was rainin hard.
One of them turned said…
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There are things I cannot do without x2
And if I ever run out of the things I cannot do without
I'll run to the nearest 'things I cannot do without' store
And I'll run in and I'll buy some x2
And if someday their running out
Of the things…
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I heard a story about you
I didnt want it to be true
But it felt like it might
You, well it was all about you
and how the things that you do
Seem strangely undone
And life doesnt help out the weak
A lifetime tends to bring you some…
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This time paying homage to grandpa. Did I miss any dead folks out this album?
I often stop and think of William
Up on Skinners Ridge
He passed me on his way back down
As I passed from being a kid
A shame you’d say
But aint that the way
Things…
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Here comes the rush
You feel it in your bones
And when your bones are crushed
You feel it in your soul
You just cant escape it
Its everywhere you go
Turn round and face it
Tell everyone you know
Ah, the rush
You've missed so much
Here comes…
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I had myself a séance, with shakespears players, brought some sooth sayers,
Scribbled what they said with crayons
Ohh, got me nowhere
And so I called Steven Fry up, and put him in a line up
Oscar Wilde, Wittengenstein, Einstein I need to aim…
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A folksy number inspired by the stories my nan told me many moons ago about her uncle Herbie..
Herein lies the story, of a man named Herbie Jones.
Not a million miles away from a man you might have known.
A miner in the twenties, blue scars…
Uploaded
It aint like no ones done this before
But how can you tire of beautiful chords
In the fifties
In Tenessee
Where my love
was born
Two young men upped and
crossed the yard
both cold cos it was rainin hard.
One of them turned said…
Uploaded
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