wildflowers in a mason jar by John Denver
Key: DD | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight 
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Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear 
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We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something 
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He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears 
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	Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm... 
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	20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me... 
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	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." 
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He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky 
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The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands 
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He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window 
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And his reflection flew across the moonlit land 
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	And he dreamed he was back on the farm 
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	Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning 
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	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar 
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An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway 
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Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night 
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I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me 
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I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes 
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	And I dreamed I was with him on the farm 
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	"Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn... 
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	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... 
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	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... 
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	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." 
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And the bus rolled through the night