Standard (EADGBE)
I?ve got ripplin water to wake me, to the mornin my woman in love,
And tall pine trees are are pointen us easily to heaven above.
Blue spruce flamin on the grate in the evenin, takes the chill a way fine,
Cut the telephone line the stories the same.
There?s a worn red chair by the window, that we found at a sale down the way,
When some old women said that they needed more room for the winter.
But people like pullen out the stuffin when they sit down, and so it passes the time;
Cut the telephone line the stories the same.
Chorus
Oooooooh like a bubble on a windy day, start to flutter when i here ya say,
That you feel to good to go away
On the edge of the snowline, in a meadow of columbiiiiiiiiiiines
Verse 2
Oh little Jennifer I?d give a penny for whatcha got on your mind,
Seems like most of the time your lyin there dreamin...but...
Cut the telephone line, the stories the same.
And now ripplin waters flow through pipes in the walls and it's keepin me warm,
And the closest I?ve been to my family for days is my music.
But the silent stare in the mornin? sky, is like hearin her callin my name
You cut the telephone line the story might--- change. CHORUS---------E A repeat END