Those Day's

Those Day's

A Poem by byronabelband

(D) SUMMERTIME IN WYOMING
(G) REALLY AINT THAT HALF BAD
(A) THINKING ABOUT THE TIME WE SPENT WITH OUR DEAR OLE GRAN
(D) DAD.

(D) I WOULDNT CALL HIM A POOR MAN
(G) I'D NEVER CALL HIM A FOOL
(A) WE JUST CALLED HIM GRAMPA, NAW, HE NEVER CARED MUCH FOR
(D) SCHOOL...

(G) WE WERE LAUGHING, JOKING, SINGING. RUNNING
(D) WILD, LIVING CARE FREE.
(G) THOSE DAYS I'LL REMEMBER, WELL AFTER
(E) JESUS CALLS ON
(A) ME...

(G) WE NEVER HAD MUCH, BUT WE HAD FAMILY LOVE. IT WILL
(D) ALWAYS BE A PART OF ME...
(G) THOSE DAYS I'LL REMEMBER, WELL
(E) AFTER... JESUS (A) CALLS... ON (D) ME...


                     WRITTEN BY, BYRON ABEL...

© 2017 byronabelband


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byronabelband
byronabelband

Corona, CA



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Byron Abel. Male, Songwriter, pro's, poetry and plumber. some time's nice, some time's not. Wyoming born and bread. Moved to Cali. in 80's from the rural to the cities. Yes, We brought our music, say.. more..

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