Biography:
Cass McCombs (born in Concord, California in 1977) is an American singer-songwriter and performer.
An enigmatic folk nomad, McCombs is a quintessentially American artist; "he's quietly become one of (the country's) finest chroniclers of fringe characters, a writer of heart-rending love songs and psychedelic odes to the natural world, a teller of tall-tales with a sense of humor dry as desert wood, and that rare folksinger who actually sings about the folk.
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Other songs:
- Aeon Of Aquarius Blues
- Angel Blood
- Brighter
- Bum Bum Bum
- City Of Brotherly Love
- County Line
- Dont Vote
- Dreams Come True Girl
- Empty Promises
- Harmonia
- I Went To The Hospital
- Laughter Is The Best Medicine
- Love Thine Enemy
- Medusas Outhouse
- Meet Me Here At Dawn
- Memorys Stain
- Morning Shadows
- Morning Star
- My Pilgrim Dear
- My Sister My Spouse
- Nobodys Nixon
- Opposite House
- Robin Egg Blue
- She Still Suffering
- Shes Still Suffering
- Thats That
- The Executioners Song
- The Same Thing
- There Can Be Only One
- What Isnt Nature
- Windfall
- You Saved My Life
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C Cmaj7 D C Cmaj7 D
By all accounts, accounts it's true
Not that it matters much, much to the Blue
To the Blue, to the Blue
Heather Burns went, went to the field
To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her meal
For her meal, for her meal
C Cmaj7 D C Cmaj7 D
Walking, she thought about
A coward, years ago
"Saint Jude, when will I learn?"
A snake side-winded
across her broken path
But Heather knew better and thought
C D C Cmaj7 D
"What is done is done, what's done is done"
By all accounts, accounts it's fine
"One egg for Saint Jude, one egg is mine,
one is mine, one is mine"
She saw a nest, nest in an elm
Not-so high, yet another realm
Another realm, another realm
Reaching up, she felt
Two eggs with her fingers
And lightly picked them out
And lowering, one fell down
"one for Jude!", the shake said
But heather knew better and thought:
"What is done is done, what's done is done"
G Am D
"Can't we raise the Dead anew?
C Cmaj7 D
Call me Robin Egg Blue"
By all accounts, accounts it's through
Not that it matters much to Robin Egg Blue
Robin Egg Blue, Robin Egg Blue
The snake followed her home
Along the broken path
The field needed to be burned
Inside, she set the egg down
"Should I not have been hungry?"
But Heather knew better and thought:
"What is done is done, what's done is done"
By all accounts, accounts it's true
Not that it matters much, much to the Blue
To the Blue, to the Blue
Heather Burns went, went to the field
To gather robin's eggs, eggs for her meal
For her meal, for her meal
C Cmaj7 D C Cmaj7 D
Walking, she thought about
A coward, years ago
"Saint Jude, when will I learn?"
A snake side-winded
across her broken path
But Heather knew better and thought
C D C Cmaj7 D
"What is done is done, what's done is done"
By all accounts, accounts it's fine
"One egg for Saint Jude, one egg is mine,
one is mine, one is mine"
She saw a nest, nest in an elm
Not-so high, yet another realm
Another realm, another realm
Reaching up, she felt
Two eggs with her fingers
And lightly picked them out
And lowering, one fell down
"one for Jude!", the shake said
But heather knew better and thought:
"What is done is done, what's done is done"
G Am D
"Can't we raise the Dead anew?
C Cmaj7 D
Call me Robin Egg Blue"
By all accounts, accounts it's through
Not that it matters much to Robin Egg Blue
Robin Egg Blue, Robin Egg Blue
The snake followed her home
Along the broken path
The field needed to be burned
Inside, she set the egg down
"Should I not have been hungry?"
But Heather knew better and thought:
"What is done is done, what's done is done"
Cassidy Ford
Cassidy Stone
Cassie
Cassie Davis
Cassie Steele