On and On

Sing Every Little Song You Know (capo III)
V1 
G                                           C
I grew up down in a small town
G
Where the narrow roads mapped my life
              Am                          C                         D
Where I sang with an open heart in central park
              Am                             C                         D
Where her soft, sweet words played strings in my heart

  CH 
            C                             Csus2
Oh The sunshine hits the same
         G             G/F#             Em7
And the wind still whispers the names
     Am             C          D                  
Of every face in every frame 
           C                                      Csus2
Everything that's small should grow
                         G                 F#       Em7
Everything you feel, well it isn't so
C                         D             G
But sing every little song you know 

V2 
I flew away to the big city 
Where the highways led to affairs
Where I cried when a woman's words pierced through my soul 
Where I thought I was being bought and then again sold 
  
CH 
  
Bridge 
Bm                                              Em
I don't want a heart filled with anger 
                         C                             D
I want to have fun, shine like the sun
Cadd9        D               Aadd9         D                  
Sing every song that's ever been sung 
  
Final Verse 
Well I need to get back to my hometown
Where the roads need rest and repair 
Where my weary heart regains some of it’s power 
Where in central park still grows all of her flowers
  
Final Chorus 
Oh the sunshine hits the same 
And the wind still whispers the names 
Of every face in every frame 
  
Everything that's small should grow 
Everything you feel well it isn't so 
Sing every little song you know 
Sing every little song you know

Sing Every Little Song You Know

Sang jeg har laget: 
Little too. :
Little too big to be a child, little too small to be grown.
Little too crazy to be sound, little too good at hiding to be found.
Little too proud to be hugged, little too hurt to cry.
Little too controlled to break down, little too crazy to be sound.
Little too wellspoken to be revealed, little too clever to be seen.
Little too proud to take a hug, little too controlled to break down.
Little too lojal to break out, little too proud to take a hug.
Little too clever to be seen, little too big to be a child.
Little too small to be grown.
Little too big to be a child,
Little too hurt to cry..

Little too..

Kristin Marie Roaas

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