Wildflowers In A Mason Jar chords Guitar Chords By John Denver

Wildflowers In A Mason Jar chords Guitar Chords By John Denver

<mschweis@u.washington.edu>INTRO:  | C | F G |

 F               C              G                        C
January back in '55 we rode a Greyhound bus through the Georgia midnight
  F            C              G
Grandpa was sleeping and the winter sky was clear
F         C                        G                    C
We hit a bump and his head jerked back a little and he mumbled something
F            C               G
He woke up smiling, but his eyes were bright with tears
                   C            F           C
	Said, "I dreamed I was back on the farm...
        F              G                    C            G
	20 years have passed, boy, but the memory still warms me...
      F       G           C              F  G
	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."
    F                  C                G              C
He told me those old stories about that one-room cabin in Kentucky
      F           C            G
The smell of the rain and the warm earth in his hands
     F                 C                  G                C
He slowly turned and stared outside; his face was mirrored in the window
F           C              G
And his reflection flew across the moonlit land
                 C             F           C
	And he dreamed he was back on the farm
         F                  G              C              G
	Tilts his head and listens to the early sound of morning
      F       G           C         F  G
	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar
   F               C                  G                 C
An old man and an eight-year-old boy rolling down that midnight highway
 F        C               G
Kentucky memories from a winter Georgia night
F           C                G                  C
I started drifting off and Grandpa tucked his coat around me
    F                C          G
I think I tried to smile as I slowly closed my eyes
                 C           F               C
	And I dreamed I was with him on the farm
           F              G               C               G
	"Grandpa, I can hear the evening wind out in the corn...
      F       G           C            F  G
	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...
      F       G           C            F  G
	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar...
      F       G           C            F  G
	Wildflowers in a Mason Jar..."
         F            G          C
And the bus rolled through the night.
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