Biografia:
A native of Wisner, Louisiana, CCM singer/songwriter Wayne Watson originally planned to pursue a career playing baseball, but while in college he began dabbling in music,
and after graduation regularly performed in area churches. While leading worship at a Christian youth camp, the father of one of the children videotaped Watson's performance and sent it to a Nashville industry rep; his debut LP, Workin' in the Final Hour, followed in 1980. A series of albums like 1982's New Lives for Old
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Capo 4
Am C A2 E
Am E7sus
There are watercolour ponies
Am Gm C7
On my refrigerater door
F C7
And the shape of something
Bm7 E7 Am F E
I don't really recognize
Am E7sus E7
Drawn by careful little fingers
Am Gm C7
And put proudly on display
F C Bm7
A reminder to us all
E7 Am Fmaj7 G Fmaj7 G
Of how time flies
Am E7sus
Seems an endless mound of laundry
Am Gm C7
And a stairway laced with toys
F C7
Gives a blow by blow
Bm7 E7 Am F E
Reminder of the war
Am E7sus E7
That we fight for their well-being
Am Gm C7
For their greater understanding
F Bm7 E7
To impart a holy reverance
A
For the Lord
(chorus)
A E
But, baby, what will we do
F#m7 C#m7
When it comes back to me an you?
D A
They look a little less
Bm7 E A E D
Like little boys every day
A
Oh, the pleasure of watching
E
The children growing
F#m7 C#m7
Is mixed with a bitter cup
D A Bm7
Of knowing the watercolour ponies
D A
Will one day ride away
(bridge)
Fmaj7 G Fmaj7 G
And the vision can get so narrow
C G C
As you view through your tiny world
Gsus C
And little victories can go by
G C G C
With no applause
Am
But in the greater evaluation
Em7
As they fly from your nest of love
F C
May they mount up with wings
Bm7 Esus E Esus E
As eagles for His cause
Bm7 D E D
Ponies Will one day OO one day one day
E Am C Esus E Am C Esus E A
ride a way OOO
Am C A2 E
Am E7sus
There are watercolour ponies
Am Gm C7
On my refrigerater door
F C7
And the shape of something
Bm7 E7 Am F E
I don't really recognize
Am E7sus E7
Drawn by careful little fingers
Am Gm C7
And put proudly on display
F C Bm7
A reminder to us all
E7 Am Fmaj7 G Fmaj7 G
Of how time flies
Am E7sus
Seems an endless mound of laundry
Am Gm C7
And a stairway laced with toys
F C7
Gives a blow by blow
Bm7 E7 Am F E
Reminder of the war
Am E7sus E7
That we fight for their well-being
Am Gm C7
For their greater understanding
F Bm7 E7
To impart a holy reverance
A
For the Lord
(chorus)
A E
But, baby, what will we do
F#m7 C#m7
When it comes back to me an you?
D A
They look a little less
Bm7 E A E D
Like little boys every day
A
Oh, the pleasure of watching
E
The children growing
F#m7 C#m7
Is mixed with a bitter cup
D A Bm7
Of knowing the watercolour ponies
D A
Will one day ride away
(bridge)
Fmaj7 G Fmaj7 G
And the vision can get so narrow
C G C
As you view through your tiny world
Gsus C
And little victories can go by
G C G C
With no applause
Am
But in the greater evaluation
Em7
As they fly from your nest of love
F C
May they mount up with wings
Bm7 Esus E Esus E
As eagles for His cause
Bm7 D E D
Ponies Will one day OO one day one day
E Am C Esus E Am C Esus E A
ride a way OOO
Waz
WC Experience
WDK
WDL
We Admit Victory
We Are The City
We Are The Emerg (...)
We Are the Falle (...)
We Are The Monks
We Are The Ocean