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Diggin Up Bones

Randy Travis

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Date: Mon, 27 Jan 1997 12:13:31 +0100
From: Perret Charles 

********************* DIGGIN' UP BONES *********************

written by Paul Overstreet and Al Gore

performed by Randy Travis.


Verse 1:
         C/G
	Last night i dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer

	I set it on the table and i talked to it 'til four
                                                F
	I read some old love letters right up 'til the break of bone
             C/G                  G               C/G
	Yeah i've been settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Verse 2:
         C/G
	Then i went to the jewelery and i found our wedding rings

	I've put mine on my finger and i gave yours a flame
                                              F
	I crossed this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
                C/G                 G               C/G
	Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Chorus:
         C/G
	I'm diggin' up bones,i'm diggin' up bones
                                           G
	Exhuming things that better left alone
             C/G                      F
	I'm resurrecting memories of love that's dead and gone
                C/G                 G               C/G
	Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Verse 3:
         C/G
	And i went to the closet and i found some things in there

	Like that pretty neglige that i bought you to wear
                                               F
	And i recall how good you looked each time you had it on
                C/G                 G               C/G
	Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Chorus.
             C/G                      F
	I'm resurrecting memories of love that's dead and gone
                C/G                 G               C/G
	Yeah tonight i'm settlin' alone diggin' up bones


Chorus (til end).


Perret Charles-Amir : perret@diva.univ-mlv.fr
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Date: Fri, 19 May 1995 15:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: BOYD0009@mc.duke.edu
Subject: Re[3]: Legal stuff...
To: G.Vaughn@ttacs.ttu.edu
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Song: The Storms of Life
Artist: Randy Travis

          D
There's a dirty piece of cardboard
     G
that reads Montgomery Ward
A                        D
taped across the window of my old Ford.
                                  G
A six-pack on the front seat and a box of chicken wings,
A                                                  D    D7
I'm dialin' 'cross the radio for a song that I can sing

G
I'd better change my wandrin ways,
D
I know I've seen my better days,
A                              D    D7
always gettin' high when I get low.
        G
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
D
Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
A                                 D
The storms of life are washin' me away.


An old mail pouch, tobacco sign
fadin' on the barn,
bringin' back sweet memories of Mama's farm/
When love was just a country girl that lived on down the road.
Spoken: you know, she almost had me turned around,
but that was years ago.

I'd better change my wandrin ways,
I know I've seen my better days,
always gettin' high when I get low.
Well, I left my soul out in the rain,
Lord, what a price I've had to pay.
The storms of life are washin' me away.
Yeah, the storms of life are washin' me away.


Howard
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******************* SMOKIN' THE HIVE *******************

written by Byron Hill and J. Remington Wilde

performed by Randy Travis and Clint Eastwood.

Verse 1: (Randy Travis)
         A
	I was ten years old on my grandpa's farm when it happened
                                                        E
	After all these years i can still hear grandpa laughin'
              A
	As he applied that barnyard remedy
            D
	He passed his wisdom down to me
             A                       E                     A
	You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive


Verse 2: (Clint Eastwood)
         A
	I remember my first crush was on the preacher's daughter
                                                                       E
	We were smoochin' on the front porch swing that night when he caught her
                   A
	We weren't expectin' him home until quarter past ten
                  D
	When the good Lord taught me that lesson again
             A                       E                     A
	You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive


Chorus: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
     A             D                                        A
	You don't point your pistol before you check each chamber
                 E                                        A
	And you don't drink no you don't drink when you drive
                  D                                    A     F#m
	It's just ordinary common sense to avoid that danger
             A                       E                     A
	You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive


Verse 3: (Randy Travis,Clint Eastwood)
         A
	She rolled into town with rodeo,she was a beauty
                                                       E
	And that cowboy saw you wink at her,she was a cutie
                      A
	The sound of jinglin' spurs caught me dead on a run
                D
	He was fit to be tied and you were under the gun
             A                       E                     A
	You don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive


Chorus.

                A                       E                     A
	No,you don't reach for the honey without smokin' the hive
        /
	You're gonna get stung boy