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It was three miles to Uncle Grovers over the gravel roads. Only about 1.5 miles cutting thru the fields. My brother Larry, and I cut thru.
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Lake Fork Verne and his banjo. Original country and Americana songs. Songs of yesteryear, growing up during the great depression 1930's and the way things are
Just me and my banjo...writing and singing about how things used to be long ago in the 30;s and 40's and how those experiences affect today. I started out wanting to get on record these stories and songs for my grandchildren; but after doing it for a while, others have expresses interest so we are recording and putting them out there.
Song Info
Charts
Peak #204
Peak in subgenre #70
Author
Verne Garrison (Lake Fork Verne)
Rights
(C) Verne Garrison -2008
Uploaded
October 21, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 1.7 MB 128 kbps 1:52
Story behind the song
It was three miles to Uncle Grovers over the gravel roads. Only about 1.5 miles cutting thru the fields. My brother Larry, and I cut thru.
Lyrics
Plowed-Ground Copyright by: Verne Garrison Valley Park, Mo October 21, 2008 Banjo Tuned E, Capo 1, Key of D Plowed-Ground D G D My brother, and I were five and ten years old A We were headed for Uncle Grovers for a haircut D G D Not to "walk on plowed ground," we were told A D But it was much shorter, so we took the shortcut G D Spring rains had made the plowed ground like muck A Before you knowed it, little brother and I were stuck D G D So scary, we thought we were in quick-sand A D Then came Dad, in hip boots, to lend us a hand G D He carried us out, A One under each arm D G D Said he had heard our mournful shout A D Rescued us, saving us from harm G D My brother, and I, we cleaned off the mud without a sound, A Looked at each other, and knew D G D We would never, ever, again cut across plowed ground. We would walk to Uncle Grovers, A D But not "over plowed-ground"
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Rosie Clare
Nov 07, 2008
Verne! Is this a true story?? I love it!!!!! Your words all really fit into place with this piece. Our soil down here is pretty much all clay. It always amazes me when I fly back into the Midwest and see that black soil again! Your fantastic! Love, Rosie