Wildflowers In A Mason Jar – John Denver
Nghệ sĩ: John Denver
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Date: Tue, 9 Jan 1996 15:18:08 -0800 (PST)
From: "M. Schweisthal" <[email protected]>
Subject: Chords/Lyrics to "Wildflowers in a Mason Jar" by John Denver
"Wildflowers in a Mason Jar" as performed by John Denver
Brought to you by Mike Schweisthal [[email protected]]
Chords used: :XX0232 :320003 :X02220
NOTE: I don't know how to do tablature very well, so you'll have to
listen to the song and fiddle with D, G and A suspendeds to get the same
sound that John Denver does on his intro...note that the same "riff" that
you play as an intro comes at the end of each chorus...a '|' mark
indicates a measure break...enjoy!--Mike
INTRO: | | |
January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears
Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm...
20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."
He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky
The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands
He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window
And his reflection flew across the moonlit land
And he dreamed he was back on the farm
Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar
An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway
Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night
I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me
I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes
And I dreamed I was with him on the farm
"Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...
Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."
And the bus rolled through the night...