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This was inspired by another artist, Donny Sponchia. I was listening to a song he wrote and decided that I wanted to write a song in that genre as well. This is what happened. Thanks Donny.
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In the words of James Taylor, It's me and my guitar. Always in the same mood! Then again, maybe my guitar is just humoring me - sigh -
Just me, I'm an old Folksinger that still plays out once in a blue moon. Thank you for listening to my primitive acoustic songs. I am a retired Army Bandsman, a certified Wall Wacker, and am currently a teacher. Next time I retire I am going back into Folksinging. It's the perfect occupation really, no hope of fame and fortune and definately keeps me humble. Folksinging just naturally makes me a better person I s'pose.
Song Info
Genre
Country • Country General
Charts
Peak #173
Peak in subgenre #53
Author
Charles W - T Consaul
Rights
I wrote it, played it and sang it.
Uploaded
November 06, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 3:17
Story behind the song
Like I said, I was listening to a song by Donny Sponchia, "Just Like Baby" and decided that I wanted to write a song in that genre. I hope I succeeded.
Lyrics
Stones Charles W - T Consaul (Dedicated to Donny Sponchia) 1: I got stones in my pockets I got stones in my shoes I got stones in my wallet I got stones I'd like to lose C: And them stones are wheighing me down Them stones are turning me round Them stones are keeping me From flying off and falling down Them stones are guiding my feet Them stones are keeping my seat Them stones may be a blessing But they're still stones 2: I got stones in my garden I just add 'em to my wall there's a new crop every springtime There's a new crop every fall 3: there's no stones in the spirit You don't need no stones in there The body keeps you grounded Till you're called away somewhere 4: Stones are stuck in my pathway Stones are flying in my face Stones are blocking out the sun's rays Stones are messing up the place
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