John Denver (Roswell, Nuevo México, 31 de diciembre de 1943 - Pacific Grove, California, 12 de octubre de 1997), nacido como Henry John Deutschendorf, Jr. en Roswell, Nuevo México. Murió con 53 años de edad en la costa de Monterey, California cuando pilotaba un Rutan Long-EZ, un avión experimental de fibra de vidrio. Fue tal vez el principal exponente de la música country de EEUU. Dedicó su vida a cantarle a la naturaleza, las relaciones y los valores humanos y a la preservacion de la vida.
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
#----------------------------------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: Tue, 9 Jan 1996 15:18:08 -0800 (PST) From: "M. Schweisthal" Subject: Chords/Lyrics to "Wildflowers in a Mason Jar" by John Denver
"Wildflowers in a Mason Jar" as performed by John Denver Brought to you by Mike Schweisthal [[email protected]]
Chords used: D:XX0232 G:320003 A:X02220
NOTE: I don't know how to do tablature very well, so you'll have to listen to the song and fiddle with D, G and A suspendeds to get the same sound that John Denver does on his intro...note that the same "riff" that you play as an intro comes at the end of each chorus...a '|' mark indicates a measure break...enjoy!--Mike
INTRO: | D | GA |
GDAD January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight GDA Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear GDAD We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something GDA He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears DGD Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm... GADA 20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me... GADGA Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." GDAD He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky GDA The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands GDAD He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window GDA And his reflection flew across the moonlit land DGD And he dreamed he was back on the farm GADA Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning GADGA Wildflowers in a Mason Jar GDAD An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway GDA Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night GDAD I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me GDA I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes DGD And I dreamed I was with him on the farm GADA "Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn... GADGA Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... GADGA Wildflowers in a Mason Jar... GADGA Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..." GAD And the bus rolled through the night...