Blackwood Hill Beccy Cole
key: E
In my [E]mind I see a picture and my thoughts begin to roam
to the r[A]owlden hills and valleys that surround my childhood home
I can al[F#m]most smell the flowers growing w[B7]ild along the track down to the [E]stream.
I hear grandpa telling stories sitting on the front porch swing
scattered a[A]ll around are pages of the songs that I would sing
and [F#m]there I am cross legged on a d[B7]ream
Chorus:
I'd sing [A]coat of many colours, I knew every word by heart
and I'd [B]fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar
make bel[A]ieve the city hills rolled in[F#m]to the smokey [B7]mountains tennes[E]see.
I'd swap [A]bubble gum for curtain calls with other kids my age
and the [B]shows would last for hours on the Opry tree house stage
and the [A]dreams of little children echoe [B7]still, on Blackwood [E]hill.
I recall the day I packed my bags and waved Blackwood goodbye
rowlden hills were in my rear view mirror, stars were in my eyes
and I traded hairbrush microphones and tree house shows for lights and centre stage.
sometimes the road I lived on leads me back to my old world
on the front porch of my childhood home sits a little girl
her innocence helps me turn back the page,
when
Chorus
Bridge:
[A]Every day was [B]full of music, [A]family and best f[E]riends.
[A]troubles of the [B]world erased, by g[A]ames of lets p[B7]retend.
Chorus
The l[A]ittle girl inside of me is dreaming s[B7]till, on blackwood [E]hill.
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