Trip Shakespeare - Snow days

^AIt's coming d^Eown ^DSnow pains on the motor veins Keeps your b^Dusiness on the ground ^AIt's coming d^Eown ^DSlow day for the teacher And her w^Dheels are spinning now ^AOn account of winter, ^A7Mrs. Braintree ^DAll the roads are closed ^FAnd the stores are loot for v^Aagabonds It's coming d^Eown Go h^Aome! ^{D A E}

^AIt's coming d^Eown ^DSnow lays on the chainfields There's a bl^Dessing on the ground ^AIt's coming d^Eown If your la^Dnes are crammed with children There's a bl^Dessing on your town ^AOn a lucky Monday, ^A7Mrs. Braintree ^DAll your lanes are waxen si^Flver And the stores are loot for va^Agabonds It's coming d^Eown Go h^Aome! Go h^Dome and take a sn^Aow day, Mrs. Brai^Entree!

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Go home from yonder bus stop

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Because there's a blessing on the ground ^AMrs. Braintree, it is written ^DWhen the snows come over Dixie All the r^Foads are closed and the stores are loot for vag^Aabonds

It's coming d^Eown ^DSnow lays on the chainfields There's a b^Dlessing on the ground ^AIt's coming d^Eown If your r^Doad's patrolled by children ^DThere's no order to be found ^AOn account of winter, ^A7Mrs. Braintree ^DAll the roads are closed ^F And the stores are loot for va^Agabonds It's coming d^Eown Go h^Aome! ^{D G A}