Song: That Was The Year
Album: So Dark You See, 2009, Blue Chalk Records & Red House Records
Intro: C F C F C F Dm G
[C]That was the year he [F]combed his hair
He [C]did it himself I [F]do declare
[C]wore it out in the [F]open air
And [Dm]smiled for all the [G]ladies
Can't really say it was in style
Not by a mile, it was off the dial
He'd do it then every once in a awhile
There's a painting I can show ye
[F]That was the year his [G]hat was stole
[F]Pilfered by an [C]elfin troll
[F]Knocked him on his head and his
[C]Head was swole
[Dm]Early in the [G]morning
When he woke he was alone
Money gone all on its own
His pillow was the smoothest stone
His bed it was primeval
Left to die on the forest floor
He was saved by Edward the matador
Who was there in town to settle a score
A duel at twenty paces
Ed bound his wounds by a sylvan creek
Spoke of a very young Veronique
And other "true loves" so to speak
As the mob came within earshot
That was the year he washed his face
I recall the time and place
He'd just left an inner space
And was hoping for a landing
That was the year he scrubbed his ears
He'd never heard a voice so clear
'Til she whispered that word in his ear
That he has not forgotten
That was the year he combed his hair
I was a witness, I was there
The day was warm and the sky was fair
And her glanced changed him forever
Album: So Dark You See, 2009, Blue Chalk Records & Red House Records
Intro: C F C F C F Dm G
[C]That was the year he [F]combed his hair
He [C]did it himself I [F]do declare
[C]wore it out in the [F]open air
And [Dm]smiled for all the [G]ladies
Can't really say it was in style
Not by a mile, it was off the dial
He'd do it then every once in a awhile
There's a painting I can show ye
[F]That was the year his [G]hat was stole
[F]Pilfered by an [C]elfin troll
[F]Knocked him on his head and his
[C]Head was swole
[Dm]Early in the [G]morning
When he woke he was alone
Money gone all on its own
His pillow was the smoothest stone
His bed it was primeval
Left to die on the forest floor
He was saved by Edward the matador
Who was there in town to settle a score
A duel at twenty paces
Ed bound his wounds by a sylvan creek
Spoke of a very young Veronique
And other "true loves" so to speak
As the mob came within earshot
That was the year he washed his face
I recall the time and place
He'd just left an inner space
And was hoping for a landing
That was the year he scrubbed his ears
He'd never heard a voice so clear
'Til she whispered that word in his ear
That he has not forgotten
That was the year he combed his hair
I was a witness, I was there
The day was warm and the sky was fair
And her glanced changed him forever
