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Subject: Lloyd Snow songs with Chords
Lloyd Snow Flat top Gibson guitar:
Vocals: Lloyd Snow
Fiddle: Jody Hale
Bass Guitar: Rod Chipman
Electric Lead: Derrick Vaters
Acoustic: Jim Mercer & Derrick Vaters
Piano: Junior Reid
I play it in the key of G Capo 2nd fret
{G} The first day I saw him, I'll never {D} forget,
Downtown on the sidewalk, is where we first {G} met,
On a small wooden stand, by the old timer's {C} bar,
He was singing a {G} song, strumming {D} along,
On an old flat top Gibson {G} guitar.
{G} His tall weary frame, showed long years of {D} neglect,
And his pride had been buried, beside his {G} respect,
Recalling the day pushed his memory too {C} far,
But when all's said and {G} done, he was second to {D} none,
On that old flat top Gibson {G} guitar.
Music:
{G} On warm summer's evening, when hours were {D} mine,
I'd be down there with him, from seven till {G} nine.
A boy of twelve years, dreaming of being a {C} star,
So he taught me to {G} play, in his own special {D} way,
On that old flat top Gibson {G} guitar.
{G} We grew as close as father and {D} son,
Yet we knew that the time, for the parting would {G} come,
Then came the night, he was not by the {C} bar,
I felt so a{G}lone, that I cried going {D}home,
For him and that old flat top Gibson {G} guitar.
Music:
{G} My mother was standing, by our garden {D} gate,
Pointing to a car, leaving dust in it's {G} wake,
Your friend came by she said in that old {C} car,
And he left on the {G} lawn, what you wanted so {D} long,
An old flat top Gibson {G} guitar.
{G} The years have gone by, and I'm up with the {D} greats,
I traveled all over, the United {G} States,
And I've searched every crowd, with no luck so {C} far,
Wonder where could he {G} be, and does he sees {D} me.
Playing that old, flat top Gibson {G} guitar.
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Lloyd Snow He couldn't live alone
Vocals: Lloyd Snow
Fiddle: Jody Hale
Bass Guitar: Rod Chipman
Electric Lead: Derrick Vaters
Acoustic: Jim Mercer & Derrick Vaters
Piano: Junior Reid
Key of D
{D}With hands that shook, from side effects of {A} whiskey,
He phrased his words and wrote them, in a {D} song,
So she might hear it played, on every {A} jukebox,
The truth he tried to tell her, for {D} so long.
{D} She believed, the lies that someone {A} told her,
And left him with, his back against the {D} wall,
To face an empty room, with each {A} tomorrow,
With just her memory left, to ease the {D} fall.
Chorus:
He {G} couldn't live alone with just a {D} memory,
But he {A} never tried to find, somebody {D} new,
He said if {G} God had wanted me to love {D} another,
Then I {A} wouldn't feel, the hurt, the way I {D} do.
{D}So one day she heard that song, on the {A}jukebox,
And went back home not caring, for the {D} past,
But much time had passed for the love,
he always {A}wanted,
And then she saw the wreath, upon his {D} door.
Chorus:
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