Biography:
Greg Brown is a folk musician from Iowa, USA. His "Iowa Waltz" has been (unsuccessfully) proposed to replace the state song of Iowa.
During the 1980s, his reputation was established through frequent touring and recurring performances on A Prairie Home Companion. Subsequently, his work has been nominated for Grammy awards. He also founded his own record label and named it Red House Records after a home he lived in in Iowa. Red House Records is an independent record label specializing in folk music, based in St.
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Other songs:
- 857
- Bucket
- Canned Goods
- Cept You And Me Babe
- Early
- Heart Of My Country
- Here In The Going Going Gone
- If I Ever Do See You Again
- In The Dark With You
- Like A Dog
- Nice When It Rains
- Rooty Toot Toot For The Moon
- Spring Wind
- The Poet Game
- The Train Carrying Jimmie Rodgers Home
- Trump Cant Have That
- Who Woulda Thunk It
- Worrisome Years
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Early-Greg Brown
D G D
Early one morning I walked out alone,
A D
I looked down the street; no one was around.
G D
The sun was just comin' up over my home,
A D
On Hickory Street in a little farm town. And
[Chorus:]
D G D
Oooo-ee, ain't the mornin' light pretty,
A D D7 G
When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early.
G D A
My home on the range; it's a one-horse town,
D G D
And it's alright with me.
D G D
Plow broke the prairie, the prairie gave plenty,
A D
The little towns blossomed and soon there were many.
G D
Scattered like fireflies across the dark night,
A D
And one was called Early, and they sure named it right. 'Cause
[Chorus:]
D G D
Oooo-ee, ain't the mornin' light pretty,
A D D7 G
When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early.
G D A
My home on the range; it's a one-horse town,
D G D
And it's alright with me.
D G D
Many dry summers parched all the fields,
A D
They burnt the fine colors and cut down on the yield.
G D
But the rain has returned to wash away our tears,
A
It's the fullest green summer that
A
We've seen for years. And
[Chorus]
D G D
Oooo-ee, ain't the mornin' light pretty,
A D D7 G
When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early.
G D A
My home on the range; it's a one-horse town,
D G D
And it's alright with me.
D G D
Early one morning I walked out alone,
A D
I looked down the street; no one was around.
G D
The sun was just comin' up over my home,
A D
On Hickory Street in a little farm town. And
[Chorus:]
D G D
Oooo-ee, ain't the mornin' light pretty,
A D D7 G
When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early.
G D A
My home on the range; it's a one-horse town,
D G D
And it's alright with me.
D G D
Plow broke the prairie, the prairie gave plenty,
A D
The little towns blossomed and soon there were many.
G D
Scattered like fireflies across the dark night,
A D
And one was called Early, and they sure named it right. 'Cause
[Chorus:]
D G D
Oooo-ee, ain't the mornin' light pretty,
A D D7 G
When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early.
G D A
My home on the range; it's a one-horse town,
D G D
And it's alright with me.
D G D
Many dry summers parched all the fields,
A D
They burnt the fine colors and cut down on the yield.
G D
But the rain has returned to wash away our tears,
A
It's the fullest green summer that
A
We've seen for years. And
[Chorus]
D G D
Oooo-ee, ain't the mornin' light pretty,
A D D7 G
When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early.
G D A
My home on the range; it's a one-horse town,
D G D
And it's alright with me.
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