key: EEIn my mind I see a picture and my thoughts begin to roamAto the rowlden hills and valleys that surround my childhood homeF#m B7 EI can almost smell the flowers growing wild along the track down to the stream.I hear grandpa telling stories sitting on the front porch swingAscattered all around are pages of the songs that I would singF#m B7and there I am cross legged on a dreamChorus:AI'd sing coat of many colours, I knew every word by heartBand I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitarA F#m B7 Emake believe the city hills rolled into the smokey mountains tennessee.AI'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls with other kids my ageBand the shows would last for hours on the Opry tree house stageA B7 Eand the dreams of little children echoe still, on Blackwood hill.I recall the day I packed my bags and waved Blackwood goodbyerowlden hills were in my rear view mirror, stars were in my eyesand I traded hairbrush microphones and tree house shows for lights and centre stage.sometimes the road I lived on leads me back to my old worldon the front porch of my childhood home sits a little girlher innocence helps me turn back the page,whenChorusBridge:A B A EEvery day was full of music, family and best friends.A B A B7troubles of the world erased, by games of lets pretend.ChorusA B7 EThe little girl inside of me is dreaming still, on blackwood hill.
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