Images from my summer travel journal.
Capo 2 [G] When the Buckeyes bloom on [C] Soda [G] Creek Their poison pollen clouds the [D] stream Still [G] bodies float in the [C] water [G] deep When the Buckeyes bloom on [D] Soda [G] Creek I [C] loved the way the [D] weeping willow [G] sways with the [C] breeze But only time will tell the [D] story of those [Em] trees But only [C] time will tell the [D] story of those [G] trees [G] When the deserts bathed in [C] full moon [G] light The cactus is Queen of the [D] Night Under [G] the midnight shade of the [C] Creo[G]sote When the deserts bathed in [D] full moon [G] light I [C] love to hear the co[D]yote howling [G] underneath the [C] stars But soon we’ll only [D] see them behind [Em] bars But [C] soon we’ll only [D] see them behind [G] bars [C] Go and see it [G] now Yes [D] go and do it [G] now Don’t let [C] life pass you [D] by some [G] how Chorus break [G] Behind the crashing waves of an [C] island [G] beach There’s a world only divers can [D] reach And its [G] vanishing even [C] as we [G] speak Behind the crashing waves of an [D] island [G] beach I [C] loved the way that the [D] Spanish Dancer [G] moves across the [C] floor But she glides and flashes her [D] crimson dress no [Em] more But [C] she glides and flashes her [D] crimson dress no [G] more [C] Go and see it [G] now Yes [D] go and do it [G] now Don’t let [C] life pass you [D] by some [G] how [C] Go and see it [G] now Yes [D] go and do it [G] now It might be [C] gone if you [D] wait go [G] now © 2011 by John F. Zawacki
