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D G
I?ve got ripplin water to wake me, to the mornin my woman in love,
Bm A
And tall pine trees are are pointen us easily to heaven above.
D C G
Blue spruce flamin on the grate in the evenin, takes the chill a way fine,
Em B7 E
Cut the telephone line the stories the same.
D G
There?s a worn red chair by the window, that we found at a sale down the way,
Bm A
When some old women said that they needed more room for the winter.
D C G
But people like pullen out the stuffin when they sit down, and so it passes the time;
Em B7 E
Cut the telephone line the stories the same.
CHORUS:
A E A
Oooooooh like a bubble on a windy day, start to flutter when i here ya say,
B
That you feel to good to go away
E A E
And you make me feel fine, and you?ve made my world a warmer place,
A B
By the sparklin of your diamond face------on a frayed spot put a little lace
E B E B
And you make me feel fine, warm as the mountain sunshine,
E B E A--------E A G A
On the edge of the snowline, in a meadow of columbiiiiiiiiiiines
VERSE 2:
D G
Oh little Jennifer I?d give a penny for whatcha got on your mind,
Bm A
Seems like most of the time your lyin there dreamin...but...
D C G
Maybe in your vision you?ll see how are mission is, slightly less than devine,
Em B7 E--------G A
Cut the telephone line, the stories the same.
D G
And now ripplin waters flow through pipes in the walls and it's keepin me warm,
D A
And the closest I?ve been to my family for days is my music.
D C G
But the silent stare in the mornin? sky, is like hearin her callin my name
Em B7 E
You cut the telephone line the story might--- change. CHORUS---------E A repeat END
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