Biography:
Gretchen Peters (born November 14, 1957 in Bronxville, New York) is an American singer-songwriter in the folk/country genre. An accomplished song-writer, she won the Country Music Association Song Of The Year award in 1994 for "Independence Day", a hit at the time for Martina McBride. She was inducted into the Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame in 2014.
Though born in New York, Peter's was raised in Boulder, Colorado, and then moved to Nashville in the late 1980s.
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Other songs:
- Billy 4
- Black Ribbons
- Blackbirds
- Blessing In Disguise
- Border Town
- Careful How You Go
- Child Of Mine
- Circus Girl
- Dark Angel
- December Child
- Drowning In You
- Everything Falls Away
- Five Minutes
- Germantown
- Ghost
- Guadalupe
- Hello Cruel World
- I Aint Ever Satisfied
- I Dont Know
- I Was Looking For You
- I Wonder As I Wander
- Idlewild
- If Heaven
- If I Had A Gun
- In The Bleak Midwinter
- Independence Day
- Jubilee
- Lilies Of The Field
- Love And Texaco
- Love That Makes A Cup Of Tea
- Northern Lights
- On A Bus To St Cloud
- On A Bus To Stcloud
- Over Africa
- Paradise Found
- Picasso And Me
- Prairie In The Sky
- Pretty Things
- Revival
- Saint Francis
- Song For A Winters Night
- Souvenirs
- Sunday Morning Up And Down My Street
- The Aviators Song
- The House On Auburn Street
- The Matador
- The Way You Move Me
- This Town
- This Used To Be My Town
- To Say Goodbye
- Tomorrow Morning
- Truckstop Angel
- Waitin On Mary
- Waiting For Amelia
- Waiting For The Light
- Waiting For The Light To Turn Green
- When All You Got Is A Hammer
- When You Are Old
- When You Comin Home
- Wild Horses
- Woman On The Wheel
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Gretchen Peters - Picasso And Me
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: C
Picasso's in the kitchen stirring up a stew
F
He pours himself a bowl and then he fixes me one too
And we sit out on the terrace and the birds fly through the trees
C G
And he captures them on canvas and I capture them in dreams
C
And we pass a lazy afternoon, as happy as can be
Am7 F
With the brushes and the turpentine
C
Picasso and me
He picked me up in Paris, I was scrounging in the streets
He shared his cream for coffee and I curled up at his feet
F
And ever since that moment I've been his confidante
C G
He says that it's uncanny how I know just what he wants
C
But we both like our freedom and quiet company
Am7 F
In the end we're not so different
C
Picasso and me
BRIDGE:
G C
Sometimes he gets angry when they say he's just a fraud
F C
And he curses at the canvas and he shakes his fist at god
Am7 C
Who are these rogues, who are these fools
F C G C
Who made this game, who made these rules
The critics criticize him and the women come and go
They'll never understand him, they don't know what I know
F
They're just too damned demanding, they just won't let him be
C G
And I'm glad to see them go and then it's back to him and me
C
And the lazy summer afternoons, the sunlight through the trees
Am7 F
The brushes and the turpentine
C G
And Picasso and me
C
Just Picasso and me
CAPO: 2nd Fret
INTRO: C
Picasso's in the kitchen stirring up a stew
F
He pours himself a bowl and then he fixes me one too
And we sit out on the terrace and the birds fly through the trees
C G
And he captures them on canvas and I capture them in dreams
C
And we pass a lazy afternoon, as happy as can be
Am7 F
With the brushes and the turpentine
C
Picasso and me
He picked me up in Paris, I was scrounging in the streets
He shared his cream for coffee and I curled up at his feet
F
And ever since that moment I've been his confidante
C G
He says that it's uncanny how I know just what he wants
C
But we both like our freedom and quiet company
Am7 F
In the end we're not so different
C
Picasso and me
BRIDGE:
G C
Sometimes he gets angry when they say he's just a fraud
F C
And he curses at the canvas and he shakes his fist at god
Am7 C
Who are these rogues, who are these fools
F C G C
Who made this game, who made these rules
The critics criticize him and the women come and go
They'll never understand him, they don't know what I know
F
They're just too damned demanding, they just won't let him be
C G
And I'm glad to see them go and then it's back to him and me
C
And the lazy summer afternoons, the sunlight through the trees
Am7 F
The brushes and the turpentine
C G
And Picasso and me
C
Just Picasso and me
Grey Eye Glances
Grey Haze
Grey Holiday
Grey Kingdom
Grey Revell