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YOU GOTTA TO BE CAREFUL WITH LOVE - Capo @ 3 in C
C G C
You gotta be careful with Love
F C
There’ll be days the sun will shine
G…
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YOU GOTTA TO BE CAREFUL WITH LOVE - Capo @ 3 in C
C G C
You gotta be careful with Love
F C
There’ll be days the sun will shine
G…
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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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After Brook drowned.
Ra Byn did everything but rhythm guitar.
He must have been about 12.
Open 9th tuning...
Well, you say that you're lonely
I see that you are
Tell me, where have you been
Life ain't no lay pen
Yeah, you call it a…
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I wrote this after Brook drowned.
WELCOME TO THE CLUB
Well, you say that you're lonely. I see that you are.
Why do you think I'm standing here at the bar
Where have you been? Life ain't no play pen
Call it a bar. Call it a pub. Welcome…
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I wrote this after Brook drowned.
WELCOME TO THE CLUB
Well, you say that you're lonely. I see that you are.
Why do you think I'm standing here at the bar
Where have you been? Life ain't no play pen
Call it a bar. Call it a pub. Welcome…
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I wrote this after Brook drowned.
WELCOME TO THE CLUB
Well, you say that you're lonely. I see that you are.
Why do you think I'm standing here at the bar
Where have you been? Life ain't no play pen
Call it a bar. Call it a pub. Welcome…
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After Brook drowned.
Ra Byn did everything but rhythm guitar.
He must have been about 12.
Open 9th tuning...
Well, you say that you're lonely
I see that you are
Tell me, where have you been
Life ain't no lay pen
Yeah, you call it a…
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THE DENA WIND
The winds, they blow down thru the canyon
Blowing so wild and free
And the night is my only companion
As they're blowing La Dena to me
Blowing in the wind
Canyons in the wind
Fire is in the wind of my life
Questions in…
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CRY, CRY CRISTI
Cristi reads books about radio
She sits the children of light
Had a child of her own once down in Mexico
Now, her body's a dead end at night
Cry. Cry, Cristi
Tho she left, she's hardly gone
I find so much of her still…
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