Been playing this old Furry Years chestnut a lot lately. This one is so poignant and raw... Dm/F E7 Dm/F E Dm/F E
Am7 D Am7 D F Am
Em7 Am
I remember Christmas morning
F G Am
Back in Nineteen Fifty Four
Em7 Am
When we moved her to Mount Savage
/G F Em6 Dm /E
As if it mattered any more
F Em7
Mama always said
F Bm7 E7 Am7
How the air can clear her head
Em7 Am
We were colder and much higher
F G Am
Than we ever were before
Em7 Am
I recall her tailored jersey
/G F Em6 Dm /E
And the flowers that she wore
F Em7
Years ago I tried to tell her
F Bm E7 F
What was in my heart but she was part of the city
Dm/F E7
She took a little with sugar
Am D7
She took the money from my old man
Dm/F E7
She took a little with sugar
Am D7 /Eb /E F Am
She took the money from my old man
Em7 Am
All the years that she was with us
F G Am
You could count them on one hand
Em7 Am /G
I was taken with her showboat style
F Em6 Dm /E
But too young to under - stand
F Em7
She was all alone
F Bm E7 F
Ahead of her time she was first generation
[Chorus]
Thanks Matt. A quick sit-down at the piano this morning says this sounds pretty accurate to me. I've always been fond of this song too. If you haven't heard it yet, Anthony Robustelli did a wonderful version of this song a couple years ago:
I didn't know this tune.....always enjoy the early tunes to hear how the music evolved. Even then the progressions and melodies were searching for something new. Thanks.