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Joanna
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I'm a songwriter from Lockport, NY, USA. I started writing songs on a Heit acoustic guitar at age ten, and continued throughout my angst ridden high school and college years. I gave up songwriting and pretended to be an adult for a couple of decades. Now my kids are done with college and I can stop pretending. Nobody was buying it anyways. I recently started writing songs again, concentrating on songs with strong melodies that people can hum along to on their way home from work. The whole introspective, angst-ridden thing is long gone. Anyway, I can still feed any introspective tendencies by working on my musical-drama-in-progress, which has the cheery title, "The Death Book."
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Author
Mark Schuessler
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?2008 Mark Schuessler
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October 15, 2008
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Joanna ©2008 Mark Schuessler Verse1 She sweeps the porch with weary arms Stirring up stray cats and memories She looks across the unplowed fields Underneath the wind scarred maple trees Lift1 But it was here That she begged him not to leave her As he brushed away her tear soaked hair With a strong and steady hand She demanded answers And she warned him not to tease her And she still hears The words he used To try to make her understand Chorus Oh, Joanna, Joanna It’s something to be proud of Something to believe in Something that could change the world Not something to get out of Baby, that’s my reason One day we’ll fix up this old house, you’ll see We’ll work this land and raise a family But now I’m going where they’re sending me So keep me in your heart ‘Cause when I’ve done my part Joanna, Joanna I’ll be coming home to you Verse2 She holds the baby by the wall With the medals and the photographs She says, “You’ve got your fathers eyes” But the boy just makes a face and laughs Lift2 And later on When the August sun is sinking They’ll stand beneath the maple trees Where he lies marked with a stone She’ll smell the grass then Too tired for tears, just thinking About the things He said to her Before he left her all alone Repeat Chorus
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