I am an independent folk/country songwriter/musician. I record, mix and produce my own work.
Story behind the song
This tune is one of those just messing around in the studio trying something new. A Box Drum that I built in the shop this past spring. I saw a folk concert on PBS and a dude was playing one of these and I wanted one! Looked online and found them then went and built one a wee bit different than those I read about. Thus the long drum solo at the end.
This is a first recording just to test out the sound of the box drum. The lyrics are a story about a first cousin and my dad when I was in Vietnam. It didn't end quite like this but was a funny situation for all.
Hope you enjoy.
Lyrics
MY LITTLE GARDEN
George Collins
Key of: G
Bpm:
Capo 2
Intro G C D
Verse 1
I wanna go back to 62 to a little garden I once grew, back on my Daddy's farm.
My old man told me all I need is a piece of land and some seeds and I could grow a garden too.
Then I remembered I had some seeds, thought I'd grow me a little weed. Behind the barn down
by the creek.
Verse 2
For six long months I loved them so. As my little garden started to grow I felt like a brand new dad.
Looking so pretty out there in the woods, in a little meadow where the tall pines stood. I planted
me a couple dozen plants.
Verse 3
Well nobody told me that the cops would haul off the whole damn crop and I'd get hauled off to jail.
The county judge he was my uncle, when I got thirty days I didn't grumble. I was his brothers only
son.
Verse 4
Just one more week and I'll be free, back to that field they didn't see. Reaping exactly what I'd sowed.
Now I know much and much I've seen but nothing like that Gainesville Green. Covered in the early
morning dew.
Chorus
My friend "Tiny" said all I need are three chords and a key, piece of land and some seeds
and I can write a song. Yes I can write a song, I can write a song.
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