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Take Me Home, Country Roads (Key of G) by Bill Danoff, Taffy Nivert and John Denver (1971)

G . . . . . . . | Em . . . . . . . | | | Al-most hea - ven, West Vir-gi-nia, D . . . . . . . C . . . G . . . . . . . | | | | | Blue Ridge Moun-tains, Shen-an-do-ah Ri-- ver . . . . . . . . Em . . . . . . . | | | | Life is old there, old-er than the trees------ D . . . . . . . C . . . G . | | |Young-er than the moun-tains, grow-ing like a breeze . . G . . . . . . . D . . . | | | |Chorus: Coun-try Roads, take me home, . . . . Em . . . . . . . C . . . . . | | | | to the place, I be-long------------ . . G . . . . . . . D . . . . . | | | | West Vir- gin-ia, moun-tain mom-ma, . . C . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . | | | | | Take me home-------- coun-try roads. . . . . . . . . Em . . . . . . . | | | | All my mem’---ries, gath-er ‘round her. D . . . . . . . C . . . G . . . . . . . | | | | | Min-er’s la---dy, strang-er to blue wa---ter. . . . . . . . . Em . . . . . . . | | | | Dark and du----sty, paint-ed on the sky-------- D . . . . . . . C . . . G . | | |Mist-y taste of moon-- shine, tear-drop in my eye. . . G . . . . . . . D . . . | | | |Chorus: Coun-try Roads, take me home, . . . . Em . . . . . . . C . . . . . | | | | to the place, I be-long------------ . . G . . . . . . . D . . . . . | | | | West Vir- gin-ia, moun-tain mom-ma, . . C . . . . . . . G . . . . . . . | | | | | Take me home-------- coun-try roads.

Em . . . D . . . G . . . . . . . | | | |Bridge: I hear her voice in the morn-in’ hours she calls me C . . . G . . . D . . . . . . . | | | | Ra-di-o re- minds me of my home, far a- way. Em . . . F . . . C . . . | | | Driv-in’ down the road I get a feel-in’ that I G . . . D . . . . . . . D7 . . . D7\ | | | | Should have been home yes-ter-day yes-ter-day (tacet) G . . . . . . . D . . . | | | |Chorus: Coun-try Roads, take me home, . . . . Em . . . . . . . C . . . . . | | | | to the place, I be-long (I be- long) . . G . . . . . . . D . . . . . | | | | West Vir- gin-ia, moun-tain mom-ma, . . C . . . . . . . G . . . . . | | | | Take me home-------- coun-try roads. . . . . . . . . . . D . . . | | | | Coun-try Roads, take me home, . . . . Em . . . . . . . C . . . . . | | | | to the place, I be-long (I be- long) . . G . . . . . . . D . . . . . | | | | West Vir- gin-ia, moun-tain mom-ma, . . C . . . . . . . G . . . . . | | | | Take me home-------- coun-try roads. . . D . . . . . . . G . . . . . | | | | Take me home-------- down coun-try roads. . . D . . . . . . . G . . . G\C\G\ | | | | Take me home-------- down coun-try roads.

San Jose Ukulele Club (v2. 4/21/16)

Your State's Name HereLou and Peter Berrymanhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EX9p50MIexs

C F CSometimes when the grass is blown by the breeze F C G7 There's a far away look in the leaves of the trees C F CA memory returns, heartbreakingly clear F C G7 COf a place I call home, [Your state's name here]

F CNo sky could be deeper, no water so clear F C G7As back in the meadows of [Your state's name here] C F CI'm gonna go back, although I don't know when F C G7 CThere's no other place like [Your state's name again]

{Refrain}

G7 COh [Your state's name here], oh [Again], what a state

G7 CI have not been back since [A reasonable date]

F CWhere the asphalt grows soft in July every year

F C G7 CIn the warm summer mornings of [Your state's name here]

F CMy grandpa would come and turn on the game F C G7And fall asleep drinking [Your local beer's name] C F CWhile grandma would sing in the garden for hours F C G7 CTo all of [The names of indigenous flowers]

F CThe songs that she sang were somewhat obscure F C G7She learned from the local townspeople, I'm sure C F CThe language they use is not very clear F C G7 CLike [Place a colloquialism right here]

{Refrain}

F CI'd love to wake up where [The state songbird] sings F C G7Where they manufacture [The names of some things] C F CLike there on the bumper, a sticker so clear F C G7 CAn I, then a heart, and then [Your state's name here]

F CWhisper it soft, it's a song to my ear F C G7[Your state's name here, your state's name here] C F CIt's there I was born and it's there I'll grow old F C G7 CBy the rivers of blue and the arches of gold

{Refrain}

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F C G7 CIn the warm summer mornings of [Your state's name here]

Performance notes:

The Berrymans perform this as a duet, with Lou singing the unbolded text, and Peter singing the bolded text.

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New York, New York – Frank Sinatra

intro: [D] [Em] [D] [Em] [NC] Start spreading the [D] news I’m leaving to[Em]day I want to [D] be a part of it New York, New [Em] York [A] These vagabond [D] shoes Are longing to [Em] stray [A] Right through the [D] very heart of it New York, New [Am7] York [D7] I want to [G] wake up In a [Gm] city that doesn’t [D] sleep And find I’m [F#m] king of the [B7] hill [B7] Top of the [Em] heap [A] These little town [D] blues Are melting a[Em]way I’ll make a [D] brand new start of it In old New [Em] York [D7] If I can [G] make it [Gm] there I’ll make it [D] … any[B7]where It’s up to [Em] you [A] New [Em] York [A] New [D] York [D] [Em] [NC] I want to [G] wake up In a [Gm] city that never [D] sleeps And find I’m [F#m] A-number [B7] one [F#m] Top of the [Em] list [Bb] King of the hill [A] A-number one [slower tempo] [N/C] These little town [D] blues Are melting a[Em]way I’ll make a [D] brand new start of it In old New [Em] York If I can [G] make it [Gm] there I’ll make it [F#m] any[B7]where Come on [Em] through [A] New [Em] York [A] New [D] Yooooooooork [pause, then a quick strum for the next two chords] [A] New [D] York

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9KJQNMqVIug

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California Dreamin'Lyrics & Music: John Phillips and Michelle Phillips

All the leaves are brown . . and the sky is grey.

I've been for a walk . . on a winter's day.

I'd be safe and warm . . if I was in L. A.

California dreamin' . . on such a winter's day.

Stopped into a church . . I passed along the way.

Oh, I got down on my knees . . and I pretend to pray.

You know the preacher likes the cold . . he knows Im gonna stay.

California dreamin' . . on such a winter's day.

All the leaves are brown . . and the sky is grey.

I've been for a walk . . on a winter's day.

If I didn't tell her . . I could leave today

California dreamin' . . on such a winter's day.

On such a winter's day,

On such a winter's day.

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Hope EyrieWords and Music: Leslie Fish

Worlds grow old and suns grow cold,

And death we never can doubt.

Time's cold wind, wailing down the past,

Reminds us that all flesh is grass,

And history's lamps blow out.

Chorus:

But the Eagle has landed; tell your children when

Time won't drive us down to dust again.

Cycles turn while the far stars burn,

And people and planets age.

Life's crown passes to younger lands,

Time brushes dust of hope from his hands

And turns another page.

Chorus:

But we who feel the weight of the wheel

When winter falls over our world

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Can hope for tomorrow and raise our eyes

To a silver moon in the opened skies

And a single flag unfurled.

Chorus:

We know well what Life can tell:

If you would not perish, then grow.

And today our fragile flesh and steel

Have laid their hands on a vaster wheel

With all of the stars to know.

Chorus:

From all who tried out of history's tide,

Salute for the team that won.

And the old Earth smiles at her children's reach,

The wave that carried us up the beach

To reach for the shining sun.

Chorus:

Note: Standard GCEA Soprano Ukulele Tuning. Powered by UkeGeeks' Scriptasaurus • ukegeeks.com

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Grandma’s Feather Bed Page 1 of 1 Grandma’s Feather Bed (Jim Connor)

G C When I was a little bitty boy, G D7 just up off-a the floor G C We used to go down to Grandma's house, G D7 G every month end or so C We had chicken pie and country ham G D7 and homemade butter on the bread G C But the best darn thing about Grandma's house D7 G was her great big feather bed

CHORUS: G It was nine feet high and six feet wide, C G soft as a downy chick

It was made from the feathers of forty 'leven geese A7 D7Took a whole bolt of cloth for the tick G It'd hold eight kids, four hound dogs C G and a piggy we stole from the shed C We didn't get much sleep but we had a lot of fun

D7 G On Grandma's feather bed

G C After the supper we'd sit around the fire, G D7 the old folks'd spit and chew G C Pa would talk about the farm and the war G D7 G and Granny'd sing a ballad or two C I'd sit and listen and watch the fire G D7 ‘til the cobwebs filled my head G C Next thing I’d know I'd wake up in the morning D7 G in the middle of the old feather bed

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G C Well I love my Ma, an' I love my Pa, G D7love Granny and Grandpa too G C I been fishing with my uncle, I wrestled with my cousin, G D7 G

I even kissed Aunt Lou (eeeew!) C But if ever had to make a choice, G D7

I guess it ought to be said G C That I'd trade ‘em all plus the gal down the road,

D7 Gfor Grandma's feather bed

CI'd trade ‘em all plus the gal down the road…..

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