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Red Bird
03:51
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PLAY ALONG!
intro G Em G Em
G
when the red bird flies in winter
over gray and gloomy skies
Em
we awaken from our slumber
we stand tall and start to rise
G
when the red bird flies at midnight
we turn and go to sleep
Em
when the red bird flies at morning
we'll be dancing in our street
D
soloman had 1,000 wives
but you my friend have just one life
G
pass the chicken pass the gravy
pass a piece of pumpkin pie
Em
over ornamental coasters
oe'r a pint or two or five
G
we are talkers we are laughers
we are dancers in disguise
Em
we are ruffians, we are burglars
and we like our fat beats tight
D
free to do anything
a bottle of wine in onion rings
[bridge: G (GABb) Bm (BBb) Am Am7 D 2X]
solo over vs. (G Em G Em)
D
infinity, eternity not the same thing
one's all twisty, the other's a wedding ring
G
when the red bird flies in winter
over gray and gloomy skies
Em
we awaken from our slumber
we stand tall and start to rise
G
when the red bird flies at midnight
we turn and go to sleep
Em
when the red bird flies at morning
we'll be dancing in our street
solo 2 (G Em G Em)
D
see the flowers in the field
now imagine how they feel
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2. |
Life Imitates Art
03:37
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PLAY ALONG!
F C Dm
melinda mc cue and marjorie mayne
F C Dm
two widows alone in a cape cod in Maine
F C Dm
would reminisce at lunch
F C Dm
of husbands long dead and lovers gone by
F C Dm
like the mist of the ocean in morning time
F C F
they'd say some things as such…
Bb F
some times i miss the land
C Gm F
other times i miss the sea
Bb F
some times i feel like a slave
F C Dm
to the tender memory
F C F
other times i know i'm free
F C Dm
sometimes it cuts me to the heart
F C Dm
when the mystery's real and life imitates art
F C Dm
F C Dm
sometimes it chills me to the bone
F C Dm
when i hear your voice come through the phone
F C F
some times it's all too much
Bb F
sometimes i miss it all
C Gm F
other times it misses me
Bb F
sometimes i feel like a slave
F C Dm
to your tender memory
F Bb F
other times i'm almost free
F C Dm
sometimes it gets me right there
F C Dm
when the leaves of the trees are the color of your hair
F C Dm
sometimes you are too much
F C Dm
sometimes i follow the veins on your hand
F C Dm
over mountains of bone like a marching band
F C F
sometimes you're all I see
Bb F
some times i miss the land
C Gm F
other times i miss the sea
Bb F
some times i feel like a slave
F C Dm
to the tender memory
F C F
other times i know i'm free
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Tom Adamson Angola, Indiana
Tom fell in love with music in the womb and picked up the guitar when he was 17 years old.
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