Biography:
RED TAIL RING is the musical brainchild of two old-time-minded Michiganders – Michael Beauchamp and Laurel Premo. The collaboration blends the loving attention of revivalist fervor with the playful creativity of starting from scratch. Whether rendering a traditional tune or one of their many original compositions, the duo infuses each song with musical imagination, haunting harmonies and instrumental artistry on fiddle, banjo, mandolin, jawharp, and plain-old foot stomping.
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Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
[Verse]
A
Well my babe’s got a body like a bell
D A
Well my baby’s got a body like a bell
E D A
She’s so fine, its ringing all the time.
A
Honey’s in the kitchen mixing up a birthday pie
D A
Honey’s in the kitchen mixing up a birthday pie
E D A
I’m at the table, working up an appetite.
[Chorus]
D
Time will tell, from a sweet farewell.
A
Our angel is waiting to fly.
D
Please baby please I’m lost in the trees.
A E D E A
Wont you try and ease my mind, my mind.
[Verse]
A
My babe, she comes from a northern town
D
My babe comes from a northern town
E D A
She plays on a fiddle, lord I live to hear that sound.
[Chorus]
D
Time will tell, from a sweet farewell.
A
Our angel is waiting to fly.
D
Please baby please Don’t ever let me be.
A E
Wont you drop me a line, a line.
A
my mind, my mind.
D
My babe, my baby
E A
Body like a bell, Body like a bell
A
Well my babe’s got a body like a bell
D A
Well my baby’s got a body like a bell
E D A
She’s so fine, its ringing all the time.
A
Honey’s in the kitchen mixing up a birthday pie
D A
Honey’s in the kitchen mixing up a birthday pie
E D A
I’m at the table, working up an appetite.
[Chorus]
D
Time will tell, from a sweet farewell.
A
Our angel is waiting to fly.
D
Please baby please I’m lost in the trees.
A E D E A
Wont you try and ease my mind, my mind.
[Verse]
A
My babe, she comes from a northern town
D
My babe comes from a northern town
E D A
She plays on a fiddle, lord I live to hear that sound.
[Chorus]
D
Time will tell, from a sweet farewell.
A
Our angel is waiting to fly.
D
Please baby please Don’t ever let me be.
A E
Wont you drop me a line, a line.
A
my mind, my mind.
D
My babe, my baby
E A
Body like a bell, Body like a bell
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