Chords for Laurie Lewis-Texas bluebonnets-Madison, Wi.

[G] _ [G#] Oh, [G#m] she has to.
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_ _ [G] Oh no, no, no.
Oh no, no, no. Hey! _ _
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_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ Look baby bluebird, that's how sweet [D] the day grows.
For [G] all the wild fairies in Scandinavians go.
They make all the men on the blue birds [D] of skies
remind of me of my little [G] darling bluebird.
I won't get too ramble so [D] I started too wrong.
And I did think twice about leaving [G] my home.
But when I got to Texas, my far [F#] from home,
[D] those Texas bluebirds wouldn't let [G] me forget. _ _
Those Texas bluebirds how sweet [D] the day grows.
For [C] all the wild [G] fairies in Scandinavians go.
They make all the men on the blue birds of skies
remind of me of my little darling bluebird. _
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Money _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
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_ _ _ [D] would do a good harm.
Picking their [F#] melons and pulling [G] their corn.
And oh, when I heard of their [Fm] house,
[D] I tried to forget my little darling [G] somehow.
But I guess springtime had blossomed [Bm] in every year.
And it just made my heart feel [G] blueer than blue.
And those Texas bluebirds, they swirled [C] inside.
But [D] it just made me think of my [G] only _ one.
Those Texas bluebirds how sweet the day grows.
For all the wild fairies in Scandinavians go.
They make all the men on the blue birds [D] of skies
remind of me of my little [G] darling bluebird.
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_ [C] _ _ _ [F] _ _ And [G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [G] _
_ the sound of [D] my leaving today.
I know I'm going, but I [G] know that I can't stay.
I guess I'll walk through the ice [C] and the snow.
[D] But those Texas bluebirds never [G] will grow.
Those Texas bluebirds how sweet the day [D] grows.
For all the wild fairies in [G] Scandinavians go.
They make all the men on the blue birds [D] of skies
remind of me of my little darling [G] bluebird.
And it won't grow and I'll live till [F] I die.
[D] But I'll finally [G] forget my little darling bluebird.
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