Topic: The Girl In The Calico Dress
I wrote this song this morning - I know what it means in my head - but I'm sure it can have a couple or more interpretations.
Thanks for taking a peek
The Girl in the Calico Dress by Jim Kenyon
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[G]It was just a Sunday [D]morning like [C] all the ones be[G]fore
Nothing unfa[D]miliar, nothing [C]less and nothing more
There were [G]no signs, no [D]secrets, [C]nothing to cause alarm
There was [G]no indi[D]cation,she was [C]meant any [G]harm
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[G]Time is so my[D]sterious, it’s [C]spellbound, and passes[G] by
It can it leave you [D]helpless, or [C] leave you asking why
There were[G] no poems [D]or songs, no [C]cryptic notes around
with no [G]answers to the [D]questions asked,no[C] reasons can be [G]found
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Chorus
[C]She always looked so pretty when she [G]wore that calico dress
Oh her [D]eyes of blue, and lips so sweet, her [C]hair a red hot[G] mess
Yea she [C]stole my heart long ago, when she [G]took me by the hand
and [D]whispered sweet rhymes to me , only [C]she could under[G]stand
[C]she’s no longer with me Lord,[G]she’s in a better place
But I [D]still hear her laughter, see the[C] lines upon her [G]face
yea the [C]truth is, I miss her so, oh [G] that I must confess
And I’m [D]wishing I could hold the girl, who [C]wore the calico [G]dress
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[G] I remember her first [D]smile, first [C] time I saw her[G] eyes
But sometimes the [D]warning signs are [C]hard to recognize
There were [G],no fore[D]warnings no [C]hints of the gathering storm
And it’s [G]left me in this [D] cold world, with just a [C] memory to keep me [G]warm
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Chorus
[C]She always looked so pretty when she [G]wore that calico dress
Oh her [D]eyes of blue, and lips so sweet, her [C]hair a red hot[G] mess
Yea she [C]stole my heart long ago, when she [G]took me by the hand
and [D]whispered sweet rhymes to me ,only [C]she could under[G]stand
[C]she’s no longer with me Lord,[G]she’s in a better place
But I [D]still hear her laughter, see the[C] lines upon her [G]face
yea the [C]truth is, I miss her so, oh [G] that I must confess
And I’m [D]wishing I could hold the girl, who [C]wore the calico [G]dress
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And I’m [D]wishing I could hold the girl, [C]who wore the calico [G]dress
I’m [D]wishing I could hold the girl, who [C]wore the calico [G]dress
How I [D]wish I could hold the girl, who [C]wore the calico [G]dress
The price of anything, is the amount of life you exchange for it. - H.D. Thoreau
Your vision is not limited by what your eye can see, but what your mind can imagine.
Make your life count, and the world will be a better place because you tried.
"Use the talents you possess, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except only the the best." - Henry Van Dyke
Your vision is not limited by what your eye can see, but what your mind can imagine.
Make your life count, and the world will be a better place because you tried.
"Use the talents you possess, for the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except only the the best." - Henry Van Dyke
