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American Pie (G)<\/a> Bobbie McGee (A)<\/a> Bridge Over Troubled Water (C)<\/a> Brown Eyed Girl (G)<\/a> City of New Orleans (C)<\/a> Country Roads (G)<\/a> Deportee (C)<\/a> Don\u2019t Mess Around With Jim (E)<\/a> Feelin Groovy (E)<\/a> Fire and Rain (A)<\/a> Four Strong Winds (G)<\/a> Here Comes the Sun (D)<\/a> If I Had A Hammer (A)<\/a> Johnny B Goode (E)<\/a> Oh Very Young (G)<\/a> Operator (G)<\/a> Teach Your Children Well (C)<\/a> The Boxer (C)<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n A long, long time ago…I can still remember How that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance That I could make those people dance And, maybe, they\u2019d be happy for a while. But february made me shiver With every paper I\u2019d deliver. Bad news on the doorstep; I couldn\u2019t take one more step. I can\u2019t remember if I cried When I read about his widowed bride, But something touched me deep inside The day the music died. <\/p>\n\n\n\n So bye-bye, miss american pie. Drove my chevy to the levee, But the levee was dry. And them good old boys were drinkin\u2019 whiskey and rye Singin\u2019, “this\u2019ll be the day that I die. “this\u2019ll be the day that I die.” <\/p>\n\n\n\n Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so?\u00a0\u00a0Do you believe in rock \u2019n roll, Can music save your mortal soul, And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you\u2019re in love with him `cause I saw you dancin\u2019 in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes. Man, I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage broncin\u2019 buck With a pink carnation and a pickup truck, But I knew I was out of luck The day the music died. Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store Where I\u2019d heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn\u2019t play. And in the streets: the children screamed, The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken; The church bells all were broken. And the three men I admire most: The father, son, and the holy ghost, They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waitin’ for a train Feelin’ near as faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained Rode it all the way into New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana Playin’ soft while Bobby sang the blues Windshield wipers slappin’ time, holdin’ Bobby’s hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew<\/p>\n\n\n\n Freedom’s just another word for nothin’ left to lose Nothin’ don’t mean nothin’ but its free Feelin’ good was easy, Lord, when she sang the blues Feelin’ good was good enough for me Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee <\/p>\n\n\n\n From the Kentucky coal mine to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Standin\u2019 right beside me, through everything I done And every night she kept me from the cold One day up near Salinas, Lord, I let her slip away She’s lookin’ for that love and I hope she finds it But I’d trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holdin’ Bobby’s body next to mine. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n When You’re Weary Feeling Small When Tears Are In Your Eyes I Will Dry Them All I’m On Your Side Oh When Times Get Rough And Friends Just Can’t Be Found <\/p>\n\n\n\n Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water I Will Lay Me Down Like A Bridge Over Troubled Water I Will Lay Me Down <\/p>\n\n\n\n When You’re Down And Out When You’re On The Street When Evening Falls So Hard I Will Comfort You I’ll Take Your Part Oh When Darkness Comes And Pain Is All Around Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n Sail On Silver Girl Sail On By Your Time Has Come To Shine All Your Dreams Are On Their Way See How They Shine Oh When You Need A Friend Look Around I’m Sailing Right Behind Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hey where did we go, Days when the rains came Down in the hollow, Playin’ a new game, Laughing and a running hey, hey Skipping and a jumping In the misty morning fog with Our hearts a thumpin’ and you My brown eyed girl, You my brown eyed girl. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Whatever happened To dancin\u2019 so slow Going down the old mine With a transistor radio Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow’s wall, Slipping and sliding All along the water fall, with you My brown eyed girl, You my brown eyed girl. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Do you remember when we used to sing, Sha la la la la la la la la la la te da <\/p>\n\n\n\n So hard to find my way, Now that I’m all on my own. I saw you just the other day, My how you have grown, Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometime I’m overcome thinking ’bout Making love in the green grass Behind the stadium with you My brown eyed girl You my brown eyed girl<\/p>\n\n\n\n Riding on the City of New Orleans, Illinois Central Monday morning rail Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, Three conductors and twenty-five sacks of mail. All along the southbound odyssey The train pulls out at Kankakee Rolls along past houses, farms and fields. Passin’ trains that have no names, Freight yards full of old grey men And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Good morning America how are you? Don’t you know me I’m your native son, I’m the train they call The City of New Orleans, I’ll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Dealin’ card games with the old men in the club car. Penny a point ain’t no one keepin’ score. Pass the paper bag that holds the bottle Feel the wheels rumblin’ ‘neath the floor. And the sons of pullman porters And the sons of engineers Ride their father’s magic carpets made of steel. Mothers with their babes asleep, Are rockin’ to the gentle beat And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel. Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n Nighttime on The City of New Orleans, Changing cars in Memphis, Tennessee. Half way home, we’ll be there by morning Through the Mississippi darkness Rolling down to the sea. And all the towns and people seem To fade into a bad dream And the steel rails still ain’t heard the news. The conductor sings his song again, The passengers will please refrain This train’s got the disappearing railroad blues. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Almost heaven, West Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains, Shenandoah River Life is old there, older than the trees Younger than the mountains, blowing like a breeze <\/p>\n\n\n\n Country roads, take me home To the place, I belong West Virginia, Mountain Mama Take me home, country roads <\/p>\n\n\n\n All my mem\u2019ries, gather \u2019round her Miner\u2019s lady, stranger to blue water Dark and dusty, painted on the sky Misty taste of moonshine, teardrop in my eye. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n I hear her voice, in the mornin\u2019 hours she calls me The radio reminds me of my home far away And drivin\u2019 down the road I get the feeling\u2019 That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps They’re flying you back to the Mexico border To pay all your money to wade back again <\/p>\n\n\n\n Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be “deportee” <\/p>\n\n\n\n My father’s own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life My brothers and sisters they work in the fruit trees They rode the truck till they took down and died. Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n The freight plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they were just deportees. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Uptown got it’s hustlers Bowery got it’s bums 42nd Street got Big Jim Walker He’s a pool-shootin’ son of a gun Yea, he big and dumb as a man can come But he stronger than a country hoss And when the bad folks all get together at night You know they all call big Jim Boss … just because … And they say … <\/p>\n\n\n\n You don’t tug on Superman’s cape You don’t spit into the wind You don’t pull the mask off the old Lone Ranger And you don’t mess around with Jim <\/p>\n\n\n\n From south Alabama came a country boy Hey say I’m lookin’ for a man named Jim I am a pool-shootin’ boy My name is Willie McCoy But down home they call me Slim Yea I’m lookin’ for the king of 42nd Street He drivin’ a drop top Cadillac Last week he took all my money And it may sound funny But I come to get my money back And everybody say Jack … . Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Well a hush fell over the pool room Jimmy come boppin’ in off the street And when the cuttin’ were done The only part that wasn’t bloody Was the soles of the big man’s feet Yea he were cut in in ’bout a hundred places And he were shot in a couple more And you better believe They sung a different kind of story When big Jim hit the floor … now they say Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Slow down, you move too fast, you’ve got to make the morning last Just kickin’ down the cobble-stones, lookin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy, feeling groovy<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hello lamp-post, what’cha knowin’, I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’ Ain’cha got no rhymes for me, do-it-a-do-do, feelin’ groovy, feeling groovy <\/p>\n\n\n\n I’ve got no deeds to do, no promises to keep I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep Let the morning time drop all its petals on me Life I love you, all is groovy<\/p>\n\n\n\n Just yesterday morning they let me know you were gone Susan the plans they made put an end to you I walked out this morning and I wrote down this song I just can’t remember who to send it to <\/p>\n\n\n\n I’ve seen fire and I’ve seen rain I’ve seen sunny days that I thought would never end I’ve seen lonely times when I could not find a friend But I always thought that I’d see you again <\/p>\n\n\n\n Won’t you look down upon me, Jesus You’ve got to help me make a stand You’ve just got to see me through another day My body’s aching and my time is at hand And I won’t make it any other way. Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n I\u2019ve been movin\u2019 my mind to an easy time \u00a0my back turned towards the sun Lord knows when the cold wind blows it’ll turn your head around Well, there’s hours of time on the telephone line to talk about things to come Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Four strong winds that blow lonely Seven seas that run high All those things that don’t change come what may. But our good times are all gone and I’m bound for movin’ on I’ll look for you if I’m ever back this way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Think I’ll go out to Alberta Weather’s good there in the fall I got some friends that I could go to working for. Still I wish you’d change your mind If I ask you one more time But we’ve been through this a hundred times or more. Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n If I get there before the snow flies And if things are lookin’ good You could meet me if I send you down the fare. But, by then it would be winter Not too much for you to do And those winds sure can blow cold ‘way out there. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Little darlin’ it’s been a long cold lonely winter Little darlin’ it feels like years since it’s been here <\/p>\n\n\n\n Here comes the sun, here comes the sun And I say it’s all right <\/p>\n\n\n\n Little darlin’ the smiles returning to their faces Little darlin’ it seems like years since it’s been here. Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n Little darlin’ I feel the ice is slowly meltin’ Little darlin’ it seems like years since it’s been clear. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n If I had a hammer I’d hammer in the morning I’d hammer in the evening All over this land I’d hammer out danger I’d hammer out a warning I’d hammer out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land <\/p>\n\n\n\n If I had a bell I’d ring it in the morning I’d ring it in the evening All over this land I’d ring out danger I’d ring out a warning I’d ring out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land <\/p>\n\n\n\n If I had a song I’d sing it in the morning I’d sing it in the evening All over this land I’d sing out danger I’d sing out a warning I’d sing out love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land <\/p>\n\n\n\n Well I’ve got a hammer And I’ve got a bell And I’ve got a song to sing All over this land It’s the hammer of justice It’s the bell of freedom It’s the song about love between my brothers and my sisters All over this land<\/p>\n\n\n\n Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never learned to read or write so well But he could play a guitar just like ringing a bell<\/p>\n\n\n\n Go Johnny go go go\u2026Johnny B. Goode <\/p>\n\n\n\n He used to carry his guitar in a gunny sack Sat beneath the tree by the railroad track An engineer could see him sitting in the shade Strumming with the rhythm that the drivers made The People passing by, they would stop and say Oh my, how that little country boy could play. Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n His mother told him, someday you will be a man You will be the leader of a big old band Many people coming from miles around To hear you play your music when the sun goes down And maybe someday your name will be in lights Saying Johnny B. Goode tonight. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh Very Young, what will you leave us this time You’re only dancin’ on this earth for a short while And though your dreams may toss and turn you now They will vanish away like your dads best jeans Denim blue, faded up to the sky And though you want them to last forever You know they never will (You know they never will) And the patches make the goodbye harder still. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Oh Very Young what will you leave us this time There’ll never be a better chance to change your mind And if you want this world to see a better day Will you carry the words of love with you Will you ride the great white bird into heaven And though you want to last forever You know you never will (You know you never will) And the goodbye makes the journey harder still.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Operator, could you help me place this call You see the number on the matchbook is old and faded She\u2019s livin\u2019 in LA, With my best old ex-friend ray A guy she said she knew well and sometimes hated <\/p>\n\n\n\n Isn\u2019t that the way they say it goes But let\u2019s forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell them I\u2019m fine and to show I\u2019ve overcome the blow, I\u2019ve learned to take it well I only wish my words could just convince myself But that\u2019s not the way it feels <\/p>\n\n\n\n Operator, could you help me place this call \u2019cause I can\u2019t read the number that you just gave me There\u2019s something in my eye\u2019s You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me. Chorus <\/p>\n\n\n\n Operator, let\u2019s forget about this call There\u2019s no one there I really wanted to talk you Thank you for your time Oh you\u2019ve been so much more than kind And you can keep the dime. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n You who are on the road Must have a code that you can live by And so become yourself Because the past is just a good bye. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Teach your children well, Their father’s hell did slowly go by, And feed them on your dreams The one they picked, the one you’ll know by. Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you would cry, So just look at them and sigh and know they love you. <\/p>\n\n\n\n And you, of tender years, Can’t know the fears that your elders grew by, And so please help them with your youth, They seek the truth before they can die. Chorus<\/p>\n\n\n\n I am just a poor boy though my story’s seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear, and disregards the rest <\/p>\n\n\n\n When I left my home and my family, was no more than a boy In the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station running scared Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters, Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know Asking only workman’s wages I come looking for a job, but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on seventh avenue I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome I took some comfort there Ooh la la la … <\/p>\n\n\n\n And I am laying out my winter clothes and wishing I was gone, Going home Where the New York City winters aren’t bleeding me, Leading me, going home In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders Of every glove that laid him down or cut him till he cried out In his anger and shame, I am leaving, I am leaving, But the fighter still remains, yes he still remains <\/p>\n\n\n\n Well the years are rollin by now, they\u2019re rockin easily And I\u2019m older than I once was, but younger than I\u2019ll be That\u2019s not unusual Nor is it strange, after changes upon changes We are more or less the same After changes we are more or less the same<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" These are lyrics to songs I picked up along the way American Pie (G) Bobbie McGee (A) Bridge Over Troubled Water (C) […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":55,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-28","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=28"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":70,"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/28\/revisions\/70"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/55"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=28"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=28"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ckeene.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=28"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}American Pie (G)<\/a> – Don McLean<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Bobbie McGee (A)<\/a> – Kris Kristofferson<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Bridge Over Troubled Water (C)<\/a> – Paul Simon<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Brown Eyed Girl (G)<\/a> – Van Morrison<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
City of New Orleans (C)<\/a> – Steve Goodman<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Country Roads (G)<\/a> – John Denver<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Deportee (C)<\/a> – Woody Guthrie<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Don\u2019t Mess Around With Jim (E)<\/a> – Jim Croce<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Feelin Groovy (E)<\/a> – Paul Simon<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Fire and Rain (A)<\/a> – James Taylor<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Four Strong Winds (G<\/a>) – Ian Tyson<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Here Comes the Sun (D)<\/a> – George Harrison<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
If I Had A Hammer (A)<\/a> – Pete Seeger<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Johnny B Goode (E)<\/a> – Chuck Berry<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Oh Very Young (G)<\/a> – Cat Stevens<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Operator (G)<\/a> -Jim Croce<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Teach Your Children Well (C)<\/a> – Graham Nash<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
The Boxer (C)<\/a> – Paul Simon<\/h5>\n\n\n\n