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All through the night All through the night she holds me From fear and harm she keeps me She is the light above me She is the one who loves me All through the night All through the night All … Continue reading →

E the woman combed her yellow hair                                                                  B fixed her dress and stepped into the street E behind her in the hotel room                                                              B7 maria turns the bed to change the sheets A suddenly a flash of light … Continue reading →

ANGELINA’S COMING HOME  G  G                                                        C Voices shatter on the high glass ceiling G                                                               C The sun burns off the early morning rain G                              D (F#Bass)                 Em Mothers wave to damp-eyed children leaving         D                                          C And Angelina’s waiting for … Continue reading →

I’ve had several queries about how to play lizzie. I use a cutaway capo which only covers strings 3,4 & 5 and I detune the 6th string to D. If you don’t have a cutaway capo you can use the … Continue reading →

first girl i ever loved was everything, taught me to whistle & she made me sing. i’ve never been the kind to shout aloud but something about her made me strong and proud. i don’t know how it ended it’s … Continue reading →

if you need me come and see me and I will worry no more. if you love me go and tell me and I will worry no more. when you’re down and on a low note and your lifeboat’s a … Continue reading →

she was foolish and he was crazy, she was headstrong and he was lazy, bad luck followed them both around. sick and tired of the freezing city they drove west where the trees were pretty, green grass and somewhere to … Continue reading →

i’m jealous of the sun that warms your face that wraps itself around you in your state of grace, i’m jealous of its fingers on your skin, the way it lights your room when you won’t let me in. i … Continue reading →

my father was a carpenter he made things out of wood and he made them strong and he made them good he took me out on sundays to gather fallen trees we’d find treasures in the bushes and pennies in … Continue reading →

on roslyn banks she held me close as the night came gently ’round and through the trees a soft rain fell and the silver moon looked down she said it was the evening’s chill that made her hold me so … Continue reading →