Blackwood Hill

      E
In my mind I see a picture and my 
thoughts begin to roam
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to the rowlden hills and valleys 
that surround my childhood home
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I can almost smell the flowers 
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growing wild along the track down 
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to the stream.


I hear grandpa telling stories 
sitting on the front porch swing
           A
scattered all around are pages of 
the songs that I would sing
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and there I am cross legged on a 
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dream

Chorus:
         A
I'd sing coat of many colours, I 
knew every word by heart
        B
and I'd fumble through the changes 
on an old flat top guitar
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        A                          
make believe the city hills rolled 
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into the smokey mountains tennessee.
         A
I'd swap bubble gum for curtain 
calls with other kids my age
        B
and the shows would last for hours 
on the Opry tree house stage
        A                        
and the dreams of little children 
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echoe still, on Blackwood hill.


I recall the day I packed my bags 
and waved Blackwood goodbye
rowlden hills were in my rear view 
mirror, stars were in my eyes
and I traded hairbrush microphones 
and tree house shows for lights and 
centre stage.

sometimes the road I lived on leads 
me back to my old world
on the front porch of my childhood 
home sits a little girl
her innocence helps me turn back the
 page,

when

Chorus


Bridge:
A             B              A  
Every day was full of music, 
              E
family and best friends.
A               B             
troubles of the world erased, by 
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games of lets pretend.


Chorus
     A                         
The little girl inside of me is 
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dreaming still, on blackwood hill.