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Forty Miles From Popular Bluff

Höfundur lags: Frank Dycus og Larry Kingston Flytjandi: Porter Wagoner Sent inn af: Anonymous

[G]I never had a pair of shoes that weren't old hand me [C]downs
And daddy's morning [G]coffee came from old left over [D7]grounds
My [G]momma wore no jewelry or any store bought [C]stuff
Home was on a [G]hillside [D7]forty miles from poplar [G]bluff

Forty [D7]miles back in Missouri
There's a [C]different way of [G]life
Where a [D7]man thinks of his neighbor
And [C]not his neighbor's [D7]wife   
[G]Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty [C]rough
But contentment makes it [G]worth it
Forty [D7]miles from poplar [G]bluff

Our only family treasure was a beat up [C]radio
And it took us to the [G]places where we knew we'd never [D7]go   
We´d [G]listen to the Grand Ole Opry Bill Monroe and Roy [C]Acuff
There was lots of country [G]music [D7]forty miles from poplar [G]bluff

Forty [D7]miles back in Missouri
There's a [C]different way of [G]life
Where a [D7]man thinks of his neighbor
And [C]not his neighbor's [D7]wife   
[G]Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty [C]rough
But contentment makes it [G]worth it
Forty [D7]miles from poplar [G]bluff

Now sometimes in the winter when the snow was on the [C]ground
The roads would all be [G]closed and we couldn't get to [D7]town   
But [G]if daddy had his terbacker and grandma had her [C]snuff
Then the winters wouldn´t [G]seem so long [D7]forty miles from poplar [G]bluff

Forty [D7]miles back in Missouri
There's a [C]different way of [G]life
Where a [D7]man thinks of his neighbor
And [C]not his neighbor's [D7]wife   
[G]Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty [C]rough
But contentment makes it [G]worth it
Forty [D7]miles from poplar [G]bluff

Forty [D7]miles from poplar [G]bluff


I never had a pair of shoes that weren't old hand me downs
And daddy's morning coffee came from old left over grounds
My momma wore no jewelry or any store bought stuff
Home was on a hillside forty miles from poplar bluff

Forty miles back in Missouri
There's a different way of life
Where a man thinks of his neighbor
And not his neighbor's wife
Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty rough
But contentment makes it worth it
Forty miles from poplar bluff

Our only family treasure was a beat up radio
And it took us to the places where we knew we'd never go
We´d listen to the Grand Ole Opry Bill Monroe and Roy Acuff
There was lots of country music forty miles from poplar bluff

Forty miles back in Missouri
There's a different way of life
Where a man thinks of his neighbor
And not his neighbor's wife
Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty rough
But contentment makes it worth it
Forty miles from poplar bluff

Now sometimes in the winter when the snow was on the ground
The roads would all be closed and we couldn't get to town
But if daddy had his terbacker and grandma had her snuff
Then the winters wouldn´t seem so long forty miles from poplar bluff

Forty miles back in Missouri
There's a different way of life
Where a man thinks of his neighbor
And not his neighbor's wife
Life is far from fancy sometimes mighty rough
But contentment makes it worth it
Forty miles from poplar bluff

Forty miles from poplar bluff

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