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That Was The Year

John Gorka
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That  was the year he combed  his hair
 He did  it himself I do  declare
wore  it out in the open  air
 And smiled  for all the ladies
 Can't really say it was in style
 Not by a mile, it was off the dial
 He'd do it then every once in a awhile
 There's a painting I can show ye
  That  was the year his hat  was stole
  Pilfered  by an elfin  troll
  Knocked  him on his head and his
  Head  was swole
  Early  in the morning
 When he woke he was alone
 Money gone all on its own
 His pillow was the smoothest stone
 His bed it was primeval
 Left to die on the forest floor
 He was saved by Edward the matador
 Who was there in town to settle a score
 A duel at twenty paces
 Ed bound his wounds by a sylvan creek
 Spoke of a very young Veronique
 And other "true loves" so to speak
 As the mob came within earshot
  That was the year he washed his face
  I recall the time and place
  He'd just left an inner space
  And was hoping for a landing
 That was the year he scrubbed his ears
 He'd never heard a voice so clear
 'Til she whispered that word in his ear
 That he has not forgotten
  That was the year he combed his hair
  I was a witness, I was there
  The day was warm and the sky was fair
  And her glanced changed him forever

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Readable chord sheet for That Was The Year by John Gorka

[C] [F] [C] [F] [C] [F] [Dm] [G]

[C]That was the year he [F]combed his hair
He [C]did it himself I [F]do declare
[C]wore it out in the [F]open air
And [Dm]smiled for all the [G]ladies

Can't really say it was in style
Not by a mile, it was off the dial
He'd do it then every once in a awhile
There's a painting I can show ye

     [F]That was the year his [G]hat was stole
     [F]Pilfered by an [C]elfin troll
     [F]Knocked him on his head and his
     [C]Head was swole
     [Dm]Early in the [G]morning

When he woke he was alone
Money gone all on its own
His pillow was the smoothest stone
His bed it was primeval

Left to die on the forest floor
He was saved by Edward the matador
Who was there in town to settle a score
A duel at twenty paces

Ed bound his wounds by a sylvan creek
Spoke of a very young Veronique
And other "true loves" so to speak
As the mob came within earshot

     That was the year he washed his face
     I recall the time and place
     He'd just left an inner space
     And was hoping for a landing

That was the year he scrubbed his ears
He'd never heard a voice so clear
'Til she whispered that word in his ear
That he has not forgotten

     That was the year he combed his hair
     I was a witness, I was there
     The day was warm and the sky was fair
     And her glanced changed him forever

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