Nanci Caroline Griffith, born July 6, 1953, is an American singer, guitarist and songwriter from Austin, Texas, United States. Her career has spanned a variety of musical genres, predominantly country and folk, and what she terms "folkabilly."
She won a 1994 Grammy Award for Best Contemporary Folk Album for Other Voices, Other Rooms, an album of Griffith covering the songs of artists who influenced her.
Her best-known song is From a Distance, by Julie Gold
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE--------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the# #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research.# #-----------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Wed, 24 Sep 1997 17:03:55 -0400 From: Tap Gray Subject: CRD:Nanci Griffith - I'm Not Drivin' These Wheels
I?M NOT DRIVIN? THESE WHEELS - Nanci Griffith (from Once in a Very Blue Moon)
Capo: 1st fret A - D - G - D
AD >From Boston to Southshore on the back of the bus GD It's the last winter storm of the season and such AD And I'm lost to the fiction of the book in my lap GD The snow makes me drowsy while the dreams roll and tumble
AD And it's a long way to Texas it's a long way back home GD and it's a three hour flight on the plane when I go AD away from the snow from Boston to Southshore GD Where the dreams roll and tumble and bring the prose to the wheel
CHORUS AD Bring the prose to the wheel G I'm not drivin these wheels D I'm not drivin these wheels AD Bring the prose to the wheel G I'm not drivin these wheels D I'm not drivin these wheels
And that face in the window is one I should know But it's never been haloed by New England snow And the child across the aisle is sleeping away While the soldier behind me lets his dreams roll and tumble my way
CHORUS ADGDADGD . . .today
This cradle of the interstate so weary of dreams The hurt that they cause us is now restless it seems Oh soldier dear soldier you keep your dreams to yourself My heart's rolled and tumbled until I put it on the shelf
CHORUS
Repeat First Verse
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