John Hartford - Owl feather

Ther^De's a tin^Gy owl fe^Dather In the puzzle over t^Ahere On the mantle by the l^Gaddle And my^D darlin' put it ^Athere. She says it's^G from the scar^Dy bird Was perched pe^Grchance to sc^Aare The little hand that pets me every ^Dnight

Oh^D little cabin in ^Gthe glen ^Dso green Prettiest little cab^Gin that I ever have ^Aseen My d^Darlin' waits^G there for^D me with her little tamb^Aourine tappin' out the rhythm of the ^Drain I can't go back ^G'cause I never ^Dleft This little cabin ^Ahome With a wrap around porch and a d^Dog trot And a well of granite ^Astone And an old wet dog all slobber^Ded down With the end of an old wet ^Abone Puffin' like a locomotive on an old freight t^Drain.

Now ^DI'm laying ^Gin this tanning^D bed Dreamin' of my y^Aouth The^D gangsta rap a^Gnd the cowboy^D hat just make me feel u^Ancouth. Bu^Dt a visio^Gn of my m^Dother Is a vision of t^Aruth Hangin' out the wash so long ^Dago

Oh little ca^Gbin in the glen so^D green Prettiest little cabin that I ever have ^Aseen My dar^Dlin' waits ^Gthere for ^Dme with her little tambo^Aurine t^Gappin' out the rhythm of the ^Drain be^Gatin' out the rhythm of the ^Dblues bea^Gtin' out the rhythm of the r^Dain observin' the all time high water m^Aark of the 1927 ^Dflood bea^Gtin' out the rhythm of the ^Drain