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-Capo 4th fret- Verse 1:
GTwo trees on the Chillside of the Gmountain DAlways looking Cup towards theG sky
GReminds me of Cmy mama and my Gpapa DWho lived there C80 years before theyG died
Chorus:
GNow the bright moon is sChining in the Gvalley DThat old wagon leans aCgainst a stack of hGay
GTwo graves on the hCillside by aG cabin DMy mom and dad are Cresting there Gtoday
Verse 2: Oh the burning of the greenwood on the fireplace The fallen snow around the red bud tree The branches of the laurel by the creek bed And the rippling waters of the gentle stream Chorus Verse 3: Now papa used to talk about the young days When he and mama first settled there He spoke about the love of the mountains That he and mama shared together there Chorus