The Spinster's Almanac
Christine FellowsVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
You're never far away from me
I've had this lock of your hair now for a half a century or more
I keep it in a matchbox in the pocket of my coat
Saturdays I go to town just to make them laugh
I learned to drive when I was 65 years old
And I sit poker-straight behind the wheel
Mother died of influenza when we kids were small
Father never smiled again and seemed to shrink with every passing year
Everybody sigh and put your hands on your hips
But when I get those old songs in my head
I cant keep my fingers off the keys
Through my research I have found all it takes to keep the chickens
Laying eggs is opera or Gershwin played at low volumes on dad's old radio
One concession for the hens destined for slaughter:
I read them poetry, they like the Yeats the best
And frankly, so do I
Who wouldnt like to wake up on the Isle of Innisfree
To muck about that bee-loud glade like he?
Everybody sigh and put your hands on your hips
What's good enough for chickens is plenty good enough for you and me
You're never far away from me
I've had this lock of your hair now for a half a century or more
I keep it in a matchbox in the pocket of my coat
Farlen takes credit for the tabbing of the chords but not the lyrics.
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Readable chord sheet for The Spinster's Almanac by Christine Fellows
[Em] [D] [G] [C] [Em] [D] [G] [C] [D] [C]You're never [D]far away from [G]me I've had this l[F]ock of your hair now[C] for a h[D]alf a centu[G]ry or [G/F]more I k[Em]eep it in a m[C]atchbox in the p[D]ocket of my c[G]oat [C]Saturday[D]s I go to t[G]own j[F]ust to make them laugh [C]I learned to d[D]rive when I was [G]65[G/F] years [Em]old And I sit [C]poker-straight [D]behind the wheel [G] Mo[Em]ther di[D]ed of influ[G]enza when we k[C]ids were small Fa[Em]ther ne[D]ver smiled [G]again and seemed to [C]shrink with every p[D]assing year Ev[Em]erybody s[D]igh and put your[G] hands on your h[C]ips Bu[Em]t when I get those [D]old songs in my [G]head I cant keep my [C]fingers off the k[D]eys [Em] [D] [G] [C] [Em] [D] [G] [C] [D] [C]Through my [D]research I have [G]found all it [F]takes to keep the chickens [C]Laying e[D]ggs is oper[G]a or [G/F]Gershwin [Em]played at low volumes[C] on dad's old [D]radio [G] [C]One conce[D]ssion for the [G]hens d[F]estined for slaughter: [C]I read them [D]poetry, they l[G]ike the [G/F]Yeats the [Em]best And frankly, [C]so do I [D] [G] [Em]Who wouldnt [D]like to wake up [G]on the Isle of[C] Innisfree [Em]To muck about that [D]bee-loud glade like[G] he? [C] [D] [Em]Everybody [D]sigh and put your[G] hands on your[C] hips What's g[Em]ood enough for [D]chickens is p[G]lenty good en[C]ough for you and[D] me [Em] [D] [G] [C] [Em] [D] [G] [C] [D] [C]You're never [D]far away from [G]me I've had this l[F]ock of your hair now[C] for a h[D]alf a centu[G]ry or [G/F]more I k[Em]eep it in a m[C]atchbox in the p[D]ocket of my c[G]oat Farlen takes credit for the tabbing of the chords but not the lyrics.