Lyrics to "Little Wood Guitar"

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Lyrics to "Little Wood Guitar"

Postby KarenZ » Tue Nov 06, 2007 1:14 pm

Little Wood Guitar

It’s Christmas day and snow is coming down
Church bells sway – they’re ringing to wake the town
Preacher Kline recites his lines – pews will be full today
Mr. Howell cranks up his plow – his blades will clear the way

It’s Christmas Day and the pecan pies are baking
Mothers say it’s the giving not the taking
My brother’s brand new bicycle is out jangling in the street
I watch him through the icicles with this wood box beneath my feet

[Chorus 1]
All I got is this little wood guitar
What it brought is neon lights and crowded bars
Like all the kings with all their gold who went chasing down your star, I’m told
Every highway takes me where you are – with my little wood guitar

It’s Christmas day – funny how the years can shape us
Much has changed – I’m a musician, I’m a waitress
Chicago’s winter wonderland with my brother and his wife
Passing around their dinner plates and dissecting my life

[Repeat chorus 1]

[Bridge]
I never stopped believing
I just kept on singing
Now people come to hear for miles around
And I don’t mind confessing
That I still count my blessings
I just never thought I’d settle down

It’s Christmas day – and the little ones are waking
I hear them play – I can hear the presents shaking
A boy’s outside on his new bike – jangling in the street
A little girl – she’s watching him – wood box beneath her feet

[Chorus 3]
All she’s got is this little wood guitar
What I thought – it might take her pretty far
Like all the kings with all their gold who went chasing down your star, I’m told
Every highway takes me where you are – with my little wood guitar
"Some people are born to make great art and others are born to appreciate it. It is a kind of talent in itself, to be an audience, whether you are the spectator in the gallery or you are listening to the voice of the world's greatest soprano. Not everyone can be the artist. There have to be those who witness the art, who love and appreciate what they have been privileged to see." -- Ann Patchett in Bel Canto.

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