Re: Lyrics to song Morning Bugle (Guest)
Posted: 7:50:30 pm on 6/9/2006
Above from Mudcat Cafe site.
Morning Bugle
Morning Bugle Album
Banjo Tuned Eb, Capo 4, Key of C
Valley Park, Mo July 6, 2012
[C]Here I am, too[F] wasted for the evening rid[C]e down to mothe[F]r Mary's o[C]ther place.
Can I hang [F]out here beside your fires[C]ide? Listen to the rain fall, fallin on the e[G7]arth ball.
You know I tr[C]ied, my dear, to b[F]e like eve[C]rybody else, but my b[F]ody and my mind had
other p[C]lans
So here[F] I am, laid ou[C]t by your fireside, lis[F]tenin to the rainfall, falli[G7]n on the earth [C]ball
Oh say, please don't go away. I haven't got much I can call to
If you're not here, then somewhere on the south south side
Some scene I'll make myself fun to keep on laughing
I'll get by with a little bit o luck again.
Gonna get me a place down here for Thanksgiving dinner, don't you know?
Gonna get me a lid and keep back out of sight.
It keeps me mellow, gets me way down low,
Playin in the morning sun, singin with a silver tongue.
Gonna dig me a hole, right here in all of them patchwork quilts
Keep my banjo by my side, right there in bed.
Pretend I'm in a rowboat down by the railroad pond,
Playin in the morning sun, playin with a silver tongue
Oh me, what do I see, not much left in the cupboard
Half past three and time to make the survey again
The street's up, the street's gone up, the town below got flooded
We'll get by with a little bit o luck again
Posted: 7:50:30 pm on 6/9/2006
Above from Mudcat Cafe site.
Morning Bugle
Morning Bugle Album
Banjo Tuned Eb, Capo 4, Key of C
Valley Park, Mo July 6, 2012
[C]Here I am, too[F] wasted for the evening rid[C]e down to mothe[F]r Mary's o[C]ther place.
Can I hang [F]out here beside your fires[C]ide? Listen to the rain fall, fallin on the e[G7]arth ball.
You know I tr[C]ied, my dear, to b[F]e like eve[C]rybody else, but my b[F]ody and my mind had
other p[C]lans
So here[F] I am, laid ou[C]t by your fireside, lis[F]tenin to the rainfall, falli[G7]n on the earth [C]ball
Oh say, please don't go away. I haven't got much I can call to
If you're not here, then somewhere on the south south side
Some scene I'll make myself fun to keep on laughing
I'll get by with a little bit o luck again.
Gonna get me a place down here for Thanksgiving dinner, don't you know?
Gonna get me a lid and keep back out of sight.
It keeps me mellow, gets me way down low,
Playin in the morning sun, singin with a silver tongue.
Gonna dig me a hole, right here in all of them patchwork quilts
Keep my banjo by my side, right there in bed.
Pretend I'm in a rowboat down by the railroad pond,
Playin in the morning sun, playin with a silver tongue
Oh me, what do I see, not much left in the cupboard
Half past three and time to make the survey again
The street's up, the street's gone up, the town below got flooded
We'll get by with a little bit o luck again
