All These Years

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Date: Mon, 13 Apr 1998 20:00:57 -0400
From: "Fark, Alan" 

 
Subject: m/macanally_mac/all_these_years.crd

Transcribed by: paulmc@nyc.pipeline.com (Paul McGinness)

It's not perfect but it works.... if you have a better version PLEASE
send me a copy ....

    All These Years  (Recorded by Sawyer Brown)
           (Written by Mac McAnally)

     CAPO: 2nd Fret

     Intro: 
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     She likes adventure with security
     
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     and more than one man can provide
     
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     She planned adventure feeling sure that he
     
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     would not be home till after five
     
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     He turned on the lights and turned them off again
     
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     He said the one thing he could say
               
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     All these years,  where have I been
               
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     I've been down the road to work and home again
                   
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     And I'm still here until I'm gone
               
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     Don't you rub it in too hard that I've been wrong
               
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     All these years.....

     BREAK: 
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     She said "You're not that man you used to be"
     
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     He said "neither is this guy"
     
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     She said "there's just some things that you refuse to see
     
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     I guess sometimes so do I".
     
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     She made no excuse why she was lying there
     
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     She said the one thing she could say
               
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     All these years, what have I done
                 
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     I made your supper and your daughter and your son
                   
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     And I'm still here, and still confused
               
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     But I can finally see how much I stand to loose
               
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     All these years
                   
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     And I'm still here, and still confused
               
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     But I can finally see how much I stand to loose
               
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     All these years

--
-Paul McGinness