Biografia:
Webb Michael Pierce, nasceu em 08 de agosto de 1921 e foi um dos mais populares americanas honky tonk vocalistas da década de 1950, traçando um número maior de hits do que qualquer outro país do artista durante a década. Seu maior hit é "There Stands the Glass". Para muitos, Pierce, com sua exuberante ternos Nudie e duplos de prata dólares conversíveis alinhado, se tornou o rosto mais reconhecível da música country da época e os seus excessos.
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Outras músicas:
- A Thousand Miles Ago
- A New Love Affair
- A Rose And A Thorn
- After The Boy Gets The Girl
- Alla My Love
- Any Old Time
- Back Street Affair
- Blue Mood
- California Blues
- Call Me Your Sweetheart
- Called My Name In Prayer
- Christmas At Home
- Cowtown
- Crazy Wild Desire
- Crazy Wild Desires
- Cry Cry Darling
- Crying Over You
- Doin The Lovers Leap
- Dont Let Me Cross Over
- Dont Throw Your Life Away
- English Sweetheart
- Fallen Angel
- Foreign Love
- Free Of The Blues
- Heebie Jeebie Blues
- I Aint Never
- I Get So Mad At Me
- I Know It Was You
- I Need You Like A Hole In My Head
- I Saw Your Face In The Moon
- I Think Of You
- I Wont Be Crying Anymore
- If I Had Last Night To Live Over
- Ill Always Take Care Of You
- Im Tired
- Jinx In Love
- Just Imagination
- Last Night
- Let The Children Pick The Flowers
- More And More
- Shes 21
- Slowly Im Falling
- Sooner Or Later
- Teenage Boogie Woogie
- Thats Me With
- There Stands The Glass
- Theres A Better Home
- True Love Never Dies
- Under Your Spell Again
- Walking The Streets
- Who Do I Think I Am
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Let The Children Pick The Flowers ? Webb Pierce
Chorded by Gary W
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I recall one Sunday morning, on the way to Sunday school
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The sun was brightly shining down and the ([A]) morning air was cool
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Me and brother saw some flowers, growing by the parson?s gate
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Mama said don?t pick the flowers boys, they?re not for us to take
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Then a voice from in the garden, made us turn around and stare
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We saw an old, old lady, ([A]) sittin? in a rocking chair
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And when she got up to come our way, we knew she couldn?t see
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She said let them pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? me
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Let the children pick the flowers, let them see the beauty there
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Let them study God?s cre- -ations, that were ([A]) grown with love and care
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Let the children pick the flowers, that?s what God?s own words would be
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* Let the little one?s pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? me
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Have you ever really wondered, what are flowers growing for
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Maybe God made them for children, just to ([A]) pick forever more
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For as long as Roses bramble, and they need the morning dew
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Let the children pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? you
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Let the children pick the flowers, that?s what God?s own words would be
C D D7 G
Let the little one?s pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? me
Chorded by Gary W
G C D G
I recall one Sunday morning, on the way to Sunday school
C D
The sun was brightly shining down and the ([A]) morning air was cool
G C D G
Me and brother saw some flowers, growing by the parson?s gate
C D D7 G
Mama said don?t pick the flowers boys, they?re not for us to take
C D G
Then a voice from in the garden, made us turn around and stare
C D
We saw an old, old lady, ([A]) sittin? in a rocking chair
G C D G
And when she got up to come our way, we knew she couldn?t see
C D D7 G
She said let them pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? me
C D G
Let the children pick the flowers, let them see the beauty there
C D
Let them study God?s cre- -ations, that were ([A]) grown with love and care
G C D G
Let the children pick the flowers, that?s what God?s own words would be
G C D D7 G
* Let the little one?s pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? me
C D G
Have you ever really wondered, what are flowers growing for
C D
Maybe God made them for children, just to ([A]) pick forever more
G C D G
For as long as Roses bramble, and they need the morning dew
C D D7 G
Let the children pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? you
C D G
Let the children pick the flowers, that?s what God?s own words would be
C D D7 G
Let the little one?s pick the flowers, that?s their way of lovin? me
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