Travis Randy - Diggin Up Bones guitar chord
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Date: Mon, 27 Jan 1997 12:13:31 +0100
From: Perret Charles
********************* DIGGIN' UP BONES *********************
written by Paul Overstreet and Al Gore
performed by Randy Travis.
Verse 1:
C/G
Last night i dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer
I set it on the table and i talked to it 'til four
F
I read some old love letters right up 'til the break of bone
C/G G C/G
Yeah i've been settlin' alone diggin' up bones
Verse 2:
C/G
Then i went to the jewelery and i found our wedding rings
I've put mine on my finger and i gave yours a flame
F
I crossed this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
C/G G C/G
Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones
Chorus:
C/G
I'm diggin' up bones,i'm diggin' up bones
G
Exhuming things that better left alone
C/G F
I'm resurrecting memories of love that's dead and gone
C/G G C/G
Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones
Verse 3:
C/G
And i went to the closet and i found some things in there
Like that pretty neglige that i bought you to wear
F
And i recall how good you looked each time you had it on
C/G G C/G
Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones
Chorus.
C/G F
I'm resurrecting memories of love that's dead and gone
C/G G C/G
Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones
Chorus (til end).
Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr
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Date: Fri, 19 May 1995 15:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: BOYD0009@mc.duke.edu
Subject: Re[3]: Legal stuff...
To: G.Vaughn@ttacs.ttu.edu
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Song: The Storms of Life
Artist: Randy Travis
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There's a dirty piece of cardboard
G
that reads Montgomery Ward
A D
taped across the window of my old Ford.
G
A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings,
A D D7
I'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can sing
G
I'd better change my wandrin ways,
D
I know I've seen my better days,
A D D7
always gettin' high when I get low.
G
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
D
Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
A D
The storms of life are washin' me away.
An old mail pouch, tobacco sign
fadin' on the barn,
bringin' back sweet memories of Mama's farm/
When love was just a country girl that lived on down the road.
Spoken: you know, she almost had me turned around,
but that was years ago.
I'd better change my wandrin ways,
I know I've seen my better days,
always gettin' high when I get low.
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
The storms of life are washin' me away.
Yeah, the storms of life are washin' me away.
Howard
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******************* SMOKIN' THE HIVE *******************
written by Byron Hill and J. Remington Wilde
performed by Randy Travis and Clint Eastwood.
Verse 1: (Randy Travis)
A
I was ten years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened
E
After all these years i can still hear grandpa laughin'
A
As he applied that barnyard remedy
D
He passed his wisdom down to me
A E A
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Verse 2: (Clint Eastwood)
A
I remember my first crush was on the preacher's daughter
E
We were smoochin' on the front porch swing that night when he caught her
A
We weren't expectin' him home until quarter past ten
D
When the good Lord taught me that lesson again
A E A
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Chorus: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
A D A
You don't point your pistol before you check each chamber
E A
And you don't drink no you don't drink when you drive
D A F#m
It's just ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
A E A
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Verse 3: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
A
She rolled into town with rodeo,she was a beauty
E
And that cowboy saw you wink at her,she was a cutie
A
The sound of jinglin' spurs caught me dead on a run
D
He was fit to be tied and you were under the gun
A E A
You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
Chorus.
A E A
No,you don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
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You're gonna get stung boy
