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Wisdom
03:13
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My grandpa was known by everyone around
That he could fix or build anything
With weathered rough hands, he’d start from the ground
And construct every masterpiece
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He said Take the tools that you’ve been given
In your mind know the reason
to everything that you create
Everything that is once was a puzzling dilemma
And wisdom comes to those who know to wait
He gave his days to a company and almost every evening
He spent in his shop beneath the stairs
The walls were packed with jars of nuts and bolts from floor to ceiling
And waste was something that he could not bear
I was small and only ten the day I needed his assistance
A tire on my bike was out of air
This man who built a legacy of handcrafted persistence
Knelt down to me and filled it up with care
His hands shook as he turned the cap between his fingers
No job to him was too high or low
I watched and waited, quietly I contemplated
His plaid shirt and white hair his halo and robe
When I think about those days, they seem so far away
How fondly I see those memories
I’m sure he’s fixing up those mansions, with gold instead of branches
And tells those saints the same he told to me.
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Summer Evenings
04:01
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Theres a memory I often think of
From Long ago in the summertime
We’d snap beans and can tomatoes
And music filled our simple country life
Chorus
Every time I hear those songs
I see her face
And those cool summer evenings
On the porch at my grandmothers place
Her grey hair, and silver glasses
Her sweet smile would brighten up your day
Her little house and garden patches
Felt so safe as she kept the old ways
Blessed Assurance, Rock of Ages
Where the Soul Never Dies
The harmony with night time cicadas
No sweeter sound could fill the skies
Some thrones are gold and in stone castles
Some wood and wicker chair
Some medals worn on chests and shoulders
Some stacked high in cellars with care
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The Dance
03:23
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A summer day, a moonlit night
Will make things happen otherwise not might
Will make you dance make you feel alright
Sweet Peggy knew with her eyes so bright
oh he wasn't what he said he’d be, oh he wasn't what he said he’d be.
He said take my hand, dance with me please
Just watch my feet they go 1, 2, 3
She said all I need is a bass and a fiddle
You do yours and we’ll meet in the middle
He wasn't what he said he’d be, oh he wasn't what he said he'd be
He took her round all over town
her pretty dress spun all around
people said a better pair couldn't be found
but a wandering soul wont ever touch ground
oh he wasn't what he said he’d be, oh he wasn't what he said he'd be
It wasn't long before he left
men will do what they do best
oh girl don't you cry over this mess
go on and get your pretty dress
oh he wasn't what he said he'd be, oh he wasn't what he said he'd be
Do all your dancing before you get old
so you know what to do if your heart grows cold
when you care so deep that you lose your soul
when your mind is tainted you can shine like gold
We aren't what we’d say we’d be, no we aren't what we’d say we’d be.
A summer day, a moonlit night
Will make things happen otherwise not might
Sweet Peggy knew with her eyes so bright
She had another reason to smile tonight
She wasn't what you thought she’d be, oh she wasn't what you thought she’d be
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Don't Make Me Lie to You
04:12
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Don't make me lie to you
Dont ask me questions you know the answer to
I know we’ve got a lot to work through
But Don't make me lie to you
I’ve never seen that man before
I didn't notice who just walked through that door
I just said Hi and nothing more
I’ve never seen that man before
I know that our time together
Has been stormy like the weather at sea
But this ship that we’ve been sailing on
It means the world to me
Don't make me lie to you
Dont ask me questions you know the answer to
I know we’ve got a lot to work through
But Don't make me lie to you
I dont remember what he said
That cold night when he left my bed
He said he’d love me till the day we’re laid to rest
I dont remember what he said
I know that our time together
Has been stormy like the weather at sea
But this ship that we’ve been sailing on
It means the world to me
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Angel Fiddle
03:57
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Out in the country in the fields there is
A pretty little girl on her daddy’s knee
Sitting on the porch in the summer shade
Learning the fiddle going one, two, three
He said play for your mother, play that she’s gone
Play for the joy she brought everyone
Play it once for the time we had
And if you miss her won't you play it again
She was a tiny thing the doctor said
For the rest of her time she’s bound to bed
But the baby is strong inside her womb
Pretty and sweet like a fiddle tune
The angel came too soon they say
Like a pickup note at the end of a page
And when she played it was for the last time
For the lord giveth, and he taketh away
Oh lord, oh lord let my baby know
The power of music inside her soul
Since I won't be here to dry her tears
Take your arms around her with each note that she hears…
Out in the country in the fields there is
A pretty little girl on her daddy’s knee
Sitting on the porch in the summer shade
Learning the fiddle going one, two, three
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