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Greg Connor has made 32 recent additions to Banjo Hangout

Occupation: I sell Hot Dogs ... By the Truckload

Age: 59

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Created 5/14/2007
Last Visit 2/9/2012

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	Greg Connor replied to topic 'Blood and Sweat (Original Song)' 2/3/2012 6:08:25 AM
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	Greg Connor added a blog entry 'New Original Song' 1/29/2012 1:48:42 PM
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	Greg Connor replied to topic 'Old Country Songs - Original Song' 1/29/2012 9:18:05 AM
	Greg Connor added a group blog entry 'Old Country Songs' 1/29/2012 7:59:55 AM
	Greg Connor posted forum topic 'Old Country Songs - Original Song' 1/29/2012 7:57:42 AM

Latest Blog Entry

New Original Song

Sunday, January 29, 2012 @1:48:42 PM

Here is my latest song, Old Country Songs, played on my Martin D-28.

Sorry, no banjo in this one.

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Lyrics:

Wooden Chair by the window
Gibson on my lap
And the time I spend strumming
Is never coming back
The sun is shining on me
Evening won’t be long
I’m living in the city
Singing old country songs

Well my mind tends to wander
Round this time of day
All the way back to my old country ways
Where the wood stove would crackle
Against the north wind
Our thoughts were as warm as the house we were in

I left this old city far behind
When me and my sweetheart
Had a country frame of mind
And we left with our youth
For uneven ground
You can’t imagine
All the things that we found

Everything keeps evolving
It’s never quite clear
How we left long ago
Just to find ourselves here
It’s when that afternoon sunlight
Is shining on me
I seem to wander
Back to the country

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