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# Date: Mon, 27 Jan 1997 12:13:31 +0100 From: Perret Charles <perret@math.univ-mlv.fr> ********************* DIGGIN' UP BONES ********************* written by Paul Overstreet and Al Gore performed by Randy Travis. Verse 1:
Last nigC/Ght i dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer I set it on the table and i talked to it 'til four I read some old love letters right up 'til the Fbreak of bone Yeah i've beC/Gen settlin' alone digGgin' up bones C/G
Verse 2:
Then i wC/Gent to the jewelery and i found our wedding rings I've put mine on my finger and i gave yours a flame I crossed this lonely bedroom of our recent bFroken home Yeah tonight i'C/Gm settlin' alone digGgin' up bones C/G
Chorus:
I'm diggC/Gin' up bones,i'm diggin' up bones Exhuming things that better left alone G I'm resurrecC/Gting memories of love thaFt's dead and gone Yeah tonight i'C/Gm settlin' alone digGgin' up bones C/G
Verse 3:
And i weC/Gnt to the closet and i found some things in there Like that pretty neglige that i bought you to wear And i recall how good you looked each time youF had it on Yeah tonight i'C/Gm settlin' alone digGgin' up bones C/G
Chorus.
I'm resurrecC/Gting memories of love thaFt's dead and gone Yeah tonight i'C/Gm settlin' alone digGgin' up bones C/G
Chorus (til end). Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr ---------- X-Sun-Data-Type: default X-Sun-Data-Description: default X-Sun-Data-Name: StormsOfLife.crd X-Sun-Charset: us-ascii X-Sun-Content-Lines: 53 Date: Fri, 19 May 1995 15:11 -0400 (EDT) From: BOYD0009@mc.duke.edu Subject: Re[3]: Legal stuff... To: G.Vaughn@ttacs.ttu.edu MIME-version: 1.0 Song: The Storms of Life Artist: Randy Travis
There's a Ddirty piece of cardboard that Greads Montgomery Ward Ataped across the window oDf my old Ford. A six-pack on the front seat and aG box of chicken wings, AI'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can Dsing D7
GI'd better change my wandrin ways, DI know I've seen my better days, Aalways gettin' high when I get Dlow. D7 Well, I Gleft my soul out in the rain, DLord, what a price I've had to pay. AThe storms of life are washin' me Daway.
An old mail pouch, tobacco sign fadin' on the barn, bringin' back sweet memories of Mama's farm/ When love was just a country girl that lived on down the road. Spoken: you know, she almost had me turned around, but that was years ago. I'd better change my wandrin ways, I know I've seen my better days, always gettin' high when I get low. Well, I left my soul out in the rain, Lord, what a price I've had to pay. The storms of life are washin' me away. Yeah, the storms of life are washin' me away. Howard . ---------- X-Sun-Data-Type: default X-Sun-Data-Description: default X-Sun-Data-Name: SmokinTheHive.crd X-Sun-Charset: us-ascii X-Sun-Content-Lines: 74 ******************* SMOKIN' THE HIVE ******************* written by Byron Hill and J. Remington Wilde performed by Randy Travis and Clint Eastwood. Verse 1: (Randy Travis)
I was teAn years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened After all these years i can still hear grandpa laughin'E As he appliedA that barnyard remedy He passed hDis wisdom down to me You don't reAach for the honey withouEt smokin' the hive A
Verse 2: (Clint Eastwood)
I remembAer my first crush was on the preacher's daughter We were smoochin' on the front porch swing that night when he caught hEer We weren't expectiAn' him home until quarter past ten When the good LorDd taught me that lesson again You don't reAach for the honey withouEt smokin' the hive A
Chorus: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
You Adon't point yoDur pistol before you check each chamber A And you don't drEink no you don't drink when you drive A It's just ordinarDy common sense to avoid that danger A F#m You don't reAach for the honey withouEt smokin' the hive A
Verse 3: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
She rollAed into town with rodeo,she was a beauty And that cowboy saw you wink at her,she was a cutie E The sound of jinglin'A spurs caught me dead on a run He was fit to bDe tied and you were under the gun You don't reAach for the honey withouEt smokin' the hive A
Chorus.
No,you don't reAach for the honey withouEt smokin' the hive A / You're gonna get stung boy