Biography:
Old Man Luedecke (Chris Luedecke) is a singer and banjo player living near Halifax, Nova Scotia.
Old Man Luedecke left the big old city of Toronto, met a girl in the Yukon, fell in love, bought a banjo and fell in love again. After a couple of years of love and banjo and the makings of a brilliant performing career in sunny Halifax, he returned to the Yukon with his sweethearts. There he woodshedded. He wrote a ton of songs over the next year and a half.
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Little Stream of Whiskey by Old Man Luedecke
Capo 2
[Intro]
C F G C
[Verse]
C F G C
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door
F G C
I stand here and wonder if there’s more
F G C
Would you make me a pallet on your floor
[Chorus]
C F G C
I’ve been down, been down for nothing at all
F G C
Got no kind of nothing at all
F G C
And nothing ain’t nothing at all
[Break]
F C F C F C G
[Verse]
F C
Saw a picture of white sand
F C
With a woman and a man
F C G
Walking hand in hand into the sea
F C
I didn’t want to be that man
F C
Wanted to be that white sand
F C G
The burning edge of Eden’s land, be pure geography
G C
With uncountable pieces of me
[Chorus]
C F G C
I’ve been down, been down for nothing at all
F G C
Got no kind of nothing at all
C F G C
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door
Capo 2
[Intro]
C F G C
[Verse]
C F G C
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door
F G C
I stand here and wonder if there’s more
F G C
Would you make me a pallet on your floor
[Chorus]
C F G C
I’ve been down, been down for nothing at all
F G C
Got no kind of nothing at all
F G C
And nothing ain’t nothing at all
[Break]
F C F C F C G
[Verse]
F C
Saw a picture of white sand
F C
With a woman and a man
F C G
Walking hand in hand into the sea
F C
I didn’t want to be that man
F C
Wanted to be that white sand
F C G
The burning edge of Eden’s land, be pure geography
G C
With uncountable pieces of me
[Chorus]
C F G C
I’ve been down, been down for nothing at all
F G C
Got no kind of nothing at all
C F G C
I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door
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