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You look out the window and the creek is swelling. Slowly crossing the lawn and heading up the driveway.... Time to get the lawnmower to higher ground. TODAY IT’S GONNA RAIN - Key C G Today it’s gonna…
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Sometimes the past just looks better then the present...because it was. Trying not to be too sad about it.
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Mariam was telling me about how much her Daddy meant to her and how when she plays and people "hear" her it is like her daddy is there too.
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You look out the window and the creek is swelling. Slowly crossing the lawn and heading up the driveway.... Time to get the lawnmower to higher ground. TODAY IT’S GONNA RAIN - Key C G Today it’s gonna…
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You look out the window and the creek is swelling. Slowly crossing the lawn and heading up the driveway.... Time to get the lawnmower to higher ground. TODAY IT’S GONNA RAIN - Key C G Today it’s gonna…
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You look out the window and the creek is swelling. Slowly crossing the lawn and heading up the driveway.... Time to get the lawnmower to higher ground. TODAY IT’S GONNA RAIN - Key C G Today it’s gonna…
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You look out the window and the creek is swelling. Slowly crossing the lawn and heading up the driveway.... Time to get the lawnmower to higher ground. TODAY IT’S GONNA RAIN - Key C G Today it’s gonna…
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Mariam was telling me about how much her Daddy meant to her and how when she plays and people "hear" her it is like her daddy is there too.
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I wrote another song but the general reaction suggested that I best "scrap the puppy." So, I salvaged what I could and started over. This is what I got... I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE'S GONE
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There is nothing like the presence of a horse. The quiet understanding. The gentle strength. Woodlake, California...1961. I had a horse. She was my friend. There were times in my teens when Babe was the only being that did not judge me…
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