Biografia:
Madisen Ward and The Mama Bear are a mother-son folk duo from the Kansas City, Missouri metropolitan area. The group consists of son, lead vocalist and guitarist, Madisen Ward and mother, guitarist and vocalist, Ruth Ward.
Madisen Ward and The Mama Bear released their debut album, skeleton crew, in May 2015.
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*CAPO I*
[Intro] -
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Green leaves are turning, and the wind’s picking up
Em A G
Autumn reminds me of old fashioned stuff
Em A G
Out of the window, are-a green gazing eyes
Em A G
Staring at me while I wear my disguise
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
He peers through his window, the rest is unknown
Em A Em A
I spoke with the neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A G
Black morning flowers, they thought he had died
Em A G
A common conception, when hiding inside
Em A G
Never a letter, or knock at the door
Em A G
Hard to believe what the flowers lay for
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
His wife was a painter, a long time ago
Em A Em A
I spoke with his neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A G
Green leaves are turning, and the wind’s picking up
Em A G
Autumn reminds me of old fashioned stuff
Em A G
Out of the window, are-a green gazing eyes
Em A G
Staring at me while I wear my disguise
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
He needed a coffin, he hand-made his own
Em A Em A
I spoke with his neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
A
[Intro] -
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Em A G
Green leaves are turning, and the wind’s picking up
Em A G
Autumn reminds me of old fashioned stuff
Em A G
Out of the window, are-a green gazing eyes
Em A G
Staring at me while I wear my disguise
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
He peers through his window, the rest is unknown
Em A Em A
I spoke with the neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A G
Black morning flowers, they thought he had died
Em A G
A common conception, when hiding inside
Em A G
Never a letter, or knock at the door
Em A G
Hard to believe what the flowers lay for
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
His wife was a painter, a long time ago
Em A Em A
I spoke with his neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A x 2
G C A
Em A G
Green leaves are turning, and the wind’s picking up
Em A G
Autumn reminds me of old fashioned stuff
Em A G
Out of the window, are-a green gazing eyes
Em A G
Staring at me while I wear my disguise
Em A Em A
That’s Mr Foreman, he lives alone
G C G C
He needed a coffin, he hand-made his own
Em A Em A
I spoke with his neighbours, they tell me he’s ill
G C A
His doorstep is filled, with dead daffodils
A
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