Biography:
Lee Harvey Osmond, stylized as LeE HARVeY OsMOND, is a Canadian psychedelic folk project fronted by musician Tom Wilson.
“Acid folk” is said to have been born in an old garage off Clinton Avenue in Toronto, concocted by Tom Wilson from Blackie & the Rodeo Kings, a few Cowboy Junkies, and some Skydiggers.
Allowing bass, hypnotic rhythms and a lot of groove into their songwriting circle, the artist collective LeE HARVeY OsMOND created a sound that would creep out of the Northern woods and across the Great Lakes into the South
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Other songs:
- Angels In The Wilderness
- Big Chief
- Blade Of Grass
- Blue Moon Drive
- Bottom Of Our Love
- Boy Who Wouldnt Hoe Corn
- Break Your Body
- Caney Fork River
- Cuckoos Nest
- Deep Water
- Devils Load
- Dreams Come And Go
- Firecracker
- Half Way Across Texas
- Hey Hey Hey
- Honey Runnin
- How Does It Feel
- I Cant Stand It
- Im Gonna Stay That Way
- Kill This High
- Loser Without Your Love
- Love Everyone
- Medicine Girl
- Oh The Gods
- Parkland
- Planet Love
- Queen Bee
- Summer Girl
- The Burn Of Love
- The Love Of One
- When I Leave This House
- Why Old Men Cry At Night
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Sun thru the window like a boogeyman
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Unfinished curtains on the nightstand
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Alarm clock bounces off my head
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Phone is ringing beside my bed
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My son is dressed and waitin' on the step
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It's the head nurse calling from Parkland
[Verse 2]
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I got a kid, his name's John-John
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Born the same day as the President's son
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Today's the day of the big parade
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But they're short at work and its double pay
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That means a scooter on your birthday
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But the president'll have to wait?...
[Verse 3]
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Take public transit one oh nine
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Bounce out at the Parkland sign
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Bring him to work and show him around
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Grab that bucket, mop and gown
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Towels, bedsheets, blankets and diapers
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Wheeling him 'round in the laundry hamper
[Solo]
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[Verse 4]
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John was the Prez, a mop was Jackie K.
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We were a two-man motorcade
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A girl stop skipping watch us shoot past
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he blew a kiss and then thru the glass
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of emergency doors we turned to see
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Blood and roses, guns and grief
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Blood and roses, guns and grief?
[Verse 5]
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Bring him in and lay him down
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John, bring the surgeon's gloves and gowns
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through the black suits dartin' to and fro
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I could see her shaking and alone
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"John-John put that bullet back and offer Mrs Kennedy your hand
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Hold it tight 'til her cryin's done
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And don't look back, I won't be long..."
[Solo]
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[Verse 6]
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I brought fresh linen for the President
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I watched the doctors pronounce him dead
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Then a light voice said "Is this your son?
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He held my hand and my cryin's done"
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Then John-John said "you better get along
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You've got a birthday to plan when you get home?..."
[Solo]
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[Verse 7]
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She bent down and kissed my John-John's face
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Smoothed her bloody dress into place
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And with her son's love as her staff
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She lifted a nation upon her back
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She turned and nodded; we nodded back
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As they carried her husband from Parkland...
[Solo]
A A D A
[Outro]
E D A
John-John put that bullet back?!
A
[Verse 1]
A
Sun thru the window like a boogeyman
A
Unfinished curtains on the nightstand
D
Alarm clock bounces off my head
A
Phone is ringing beside my bed
E D
My son is dressed and waitin' on the step
A
It's the head nurse calling from Parkland
[Verse 2]
A
I got a kid, his name's John-John
A
Born the same day as the President's son
D
Today's the day of the big parade
A
But they're short at work and its double pay
E D
That means a scooter on your birthday
A
But the president'll have to wait?...
[Verse 3]
A
Take public transit one oh nine
A
Bounce out at the Parkland sign
D
Bring him to work and show him around
A
Grab that bucket, mop and gown
E D
Towels, bedsheets, blankets and diapers
A
Wheeling him 'round in the laundry hamper
[Solo]
A A D A E D A
[Verse 4]
A
John was the Prez, a mop was Jackie K.
A
We were a two-man motorcade
D
A girl stop skipping watch us shoot past
A
he blew a kiss and then thru the glass
E D
of emergency doors we turned to see
A
Blood and roses, guns and grief
A
Blood and roses, guns and grief?
[Verse 5]
A
Bring him in and lay him down
A
John, bring the surgeon's gloves and gowns
D
through the black suits dartin' to and fro
A
I could see her shaking and alone
E D A
"John-John put that bullet back and offer Mrs Kennedy your hand
E D
Hold it tight 'til her cryin's done
A
And don't look back, I won't be long..."
[Solo]
A A D A E D A
[Verse 6]
A
I brought fresh linen for the President
A
I watched the doctors pronounce him dead
D
Then a light voice said "Is this your son?
A
He held my hand and my cryin's done"
E D
Then John-John said "you better get along
A
You've got a birthday to plan when you get home?..."
[Solo]
A A
[Verse 7]
A
She bent down and kissed my John-John's face
A
Smoothed her bloody dress into place
D
And with her son's love as her staff
A
She lifted a nation upon her back
E D
She turned and nodded; we nodded back
A
As they carried her husband from Parkland...
[Solo]
A A D A
[Outro]
E D A
John-John put that bullet back?!
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