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When there’s C snow on the G pumpkins Autumn leaves have all D gone And the C geese are all G flying Cause it’s time to move D on When there’s C snow on the G pumpkins We’ll sit by the Em fire We’ll C talk about our dreams, our D hope…
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Greg Connor wrote these words and I got permission to jazz it up Words Greg Connor. Music slkrell
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hey .... Cheer up and play some ABBA tunes Greg Connor Steve Krell Guitars Off the cuff vocal. slkrell
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For the Festival on Songrafters unexpected Pyschodelic cover song........ Well Reg had a dream last night that Jolene was trying to take Reg away from him .....he woke with a start ...first, what the hell was he dreaming about Reg for what did…
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My wife and I get a new ornament every year, for something memorable from the past year. This is a Christmas song about that tradition. I don't know if it's destined to become a Christmas classic, but I quite like it :) Edit: uploaded a new…
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A brighter tune, for sunny Saturday afternoons. Lyrics: It's a Saturday afternoon Got better things to do But it's a Saturday afternoon And I'm thinking about you Autumn's in the air Crisp breeze, open windows It's a sunny afternoon…
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A brighter tune, for sunny Saturday afternoons. Lyrics: It's a Saturday afternoon Got better things to do But it's a Saturday afternoon And I'm thinking about you Autumn's in the air Crisp breeze, open windows It's a sunny afternoon…
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DIRTY LAUNDRY Key C I got a call from Russell. He had to move his junk He’d filled his car. He’d filled his trunk Big black bags of something. I said, “What’s with these?” He said, “It’s dirty laundry.” I said, “That’s crazy.” So, he…
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HOME (Am D) or (F C) VERSE 1. Where the (G) windmill sings to the mocking bird And the (CM7) prairie wind, without a word (Am) Whispers thru tall (D) grass, I’ll be (G) home (F C G) or (Am D) VERSE 2. Where the butter cups and…
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