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Sometimes It's Best To Forget
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Tom Buechi
I've been playing guitar in blues/rock bands both in Lancaster, NY and Southern California. These are some of the songs I've written recorded by myself over the years. I play all of the instruments on these recordings except where noted. Enjoy! Just finished recording my debut album. Available as mp3 downloads now, physical CDs Oct 1, 2008 Purchase at
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Genre
Country • Country-Rock
Charts
Peak #144
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
Tom Buechi
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1985 Thomas A Buechi
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September 18, 2008
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MP3 0.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:46
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Sometimes It’s Best To Forget Words and Music by: Thomas A. Buechi Too many nights in LA, for a small town boy I see the lights of the city, I miss the country joys I miss sitting by the campfire, and singing old songs Lord, I found out too late, that’s what I wanted all along Too many small town dreams, they all turned to dust Back when I hit the city, it was LA or bust Thought I’d made it to the big time, Thought I had her trust But big town girls, You know they make such a big time fuss Sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout a time I left Wonderin’ ‘bout a girl I always thought was the best And wonderin’ if I’ll ever find a place I can rest Sometimes it’s best to forget… Too many hours in one single day I’ve been working for a living, that’s the only way I had dreamed of so much better, than a working man’s pay I had stars in my eyes, but now the starts have gone away Sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout a time I left Wonderin’ ‘bout a girl I always thought was the best And wonderin’ if I’ll ever find a place I can rest Sometimes it’s best to forget… I miss the simple life, but I can’t go back home And the lines on my face, they’re beginning to show Every day that I stay here, feel I’m growing so old I’ve worked hard all my life, but I’ve got nothin’ that I can hold Sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout a time I left Wonderin’ ‘bout a girl I always thought was the best And wonderin’ if I’ll ever find a place I can rest Sometimes it’s best to forget… Sometimes it’s best to forget… Sometimes it’s best to forget… Copyright 1985 Thomas A. Buechi ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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