Biography:
Strand of Oaks is the rock project of American songwriter and producer Timothy Showalter.
In 2003, Showalter's house burned down, his fiancée left him, and he resorted to writing songs on an acoustic guitar while living on park benches in suburban Philadelphia. Those events informed the entirety of his arresting debut, Leave Ruin , an album about loss and brokenness and lack of faith. But as affecting as it was, Showalter is leery of being stuck in the past.
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Capo II
Bm A
I was an Indiana kid, gettin no one in my bed
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
Bm A
I was staring at the map, feeling fire in my head
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
Bm A
I was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myself
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
Bm A
Stealing smokes in my car, with the windows way down
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
I was sittin in the bath, cleaning off the ash
But I had your sweet tunes to play
And I hated all my friends, I wouldn?t let them in
I had your sweet tunes to play
On a long desert train, and a knife in my bag
I had your sweet tunes to play
Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand
I had your sweet tunes to play
Your sweet tunes to play
Now it?s hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost its wings
I got your sweet tunes to play
I?m getting older every day, still making the same mistakes
I got your sweet tunes to play
Either get out or stay in, I won?t let these dark times win
We got your sweet tuens to play
Your sweet tunes to play
Yeah
Bm A
I was an Indiana kid, gettin no one in my bed
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
Bm A
I was staring at the map, feeling fire in my head
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
Bm A
I was mean to my dad, cause I was mean to myself
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
Bm A
Stealing smokes in my car, with the windows way down
Em
I had your sweet tunes to play
I was sittin in the bath, cleaning off the ash
But I had your sweet tunes to play
And I hated all my friends, I wouldn?t let them in
I had your sweet tunes to play
On a long desert train, and a knife in my bag
I had your sweet tunes to play
Under the Market Street Bridge, burning one in my hand
I had your sweet tunes to play
Your sweet tunes to play
Now it?s hard to hear you sing, the crow has lost its wings
I got your sweet tunes to play
I?m getting older every day, still making the same mistakes
I got your sweet tunes to play
Either get out or stay in, I won?t let these dark times win
We got your sweet tuens to play
Your sweet tunes to play
Yeah
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