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From: [email protected] (Jacob Robert Wilson)
Subject: OOPS! and one more try!!
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Someplace Far Away
by: Hal Ketchum
[D]Daddy brought home a photograph
from the p[G]aper yesterd[D]ay.
[D]It showed a line of wagons
Movin' s[G]omeplace far a[A]way.
[G]That picture made my Daddy smile
And it m[D]ade my Mo[A]mma c[Bm]ry.
[G]Seems like Daddy's wagonload of dreams
have long since passed him [A]by.
CHORUS:
[G]And the dreams that make a sparrow fly
can m[D]ake an eagle fall.
[G]One that makes a rich man money
[D]Ain't no dream at a[A]ll.
[G]It's a crying shame to wake up
Just to find its a[D]ll been br[A]oke in t[Bm]wo.
[G]Careful what your dreamin' cause it someday may come t[D]rue.
2. Well, he talked on all through suppertime
'bout a good prospector's life.
Couldn't see Momma didn't want to be
No good prospector's wife.
He said we best sail out and go
before the weather turns to cold.
Maybe buy ourselves an extry horse
to carry all that gold.
CHORUS:
3. Well, I got up as soon as the first light came
to start the mornin' fire.
Wonderin' if my Momma's will
Cooled that man's desire.
And inside the stove upon the coals
And ash and paper lay.
Was a ghostly line of wagons
movin' someplace far away.
CHORUS:
(repeat last line of chorus)
There! I think that should erase the brain fart.
Later.
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Subject: OOPS! and one more try!!
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Someplace Far Away
by: Hal Ketchum
[D]Daddy brought home a photograph
from the p[G]aper yesterd[D]ay.
[D]It showed a line of wagons
Movin' s[G]omeplace far a[A]way.
[G]That picture made my Daddy smile
And it m[D]ade my Mo[A]mma c[Bm]ry.
[G]Seems like Daddy's wagonload of dreams
have long since passed him [A]by.
CHORUS:
[G]And the dreams that make a sparrow fly
can m[D]ake an eagle fall.
[G]One that makes a rich man money
[D]Ain't no dream at a[A]ll.
[G]It's a crying shame to wake up
Just to find its a[D]ll been br[A]oke in t[Bm]wo.
[G]Careful what your dreamin' cause it someday may come t[D]rue.
2. Well, he talked on all through suppertime
'bout a good prospector's life.
Couldn't see Momma didn't want to be
No good prospector's wife.
He said we best sail out and go
before the weather turns to cold.
Maybe buy ourselves an extry horse
to carry all that gold.
CHORUS:
3. Well, I got up as soon as the first light came
to start the mornin' fire.
Wonderin' if my Momma's will
Cooled that man's desire.
And inside the stove upon the coals
And ash and paper lay.
Was a ghostly line of wagons
movin' someplace far away.
CHORUS:
(repeat last line of chorus)
There! I think that should erase the brain fart.
Later.
