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I have been writing lyrics for about 20 years and decided to get some feedback on some.
This first one is a song I wrote about my grandfather. I my be looking for some music collaboration also. "That Chair" His picture hangs upon my wall In the livingroom and down the hall He gave me all the wisdom he could spare Summer weekends we spent fishin' Sittin' by the pond just wishin' Time flyin' by but we just didn't care Fireflies that we were catchin' Meant mosquito bites that we were scratchin' And his late night stories gave me quite a scare I'll always remember Grampa in that chair... CHORUS: That chair was made with Grampa's hands He made it with specific plans The day that he heard I was to be born Crafted from the finest oak Past his pipe and through the smoke He seen every detail it adorned Now all I can do is sit and stare And remember all the memories of Grampa in that chair Well he also taught me how to throw Taught me all I'd need to know Through me he tried correcting his mistakes He bought me my first pocket knife And we whittled to the facts of life He seen me off when I went on my first dates Oh our late night talks boy we were such a pair I'll always remember Grampa in that chair CHORUS: That chair was made with Grampa's hands He made it with specific plans The day that he heard I was to be born Crafted from the finest oak Past his pipe and through the smoke He seen every detail it adorned Now all I can do is sit and stare And remember all the memories of Grampa in that chair TAG: Well Grampa passed a year ago today And the memories don't go away I often find myself looking over to that chair And yes I still see my Grampa sitting there... CHORUS: That chair was made with Grampa's hands He made it with specific plans The day that he heard I was to be born Crafted from the finest oak Past his pipe and through the smoke He seen every detail it adorned Now all I can do is sit and stare And remember all the memories of Grampa in that chair Yes I'll live by all the memories of Grampa in that chair Copyright 2001 Steven L. Kibler |
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