Article: 855 of alt.guitar.tab
From: bearce@hpcc01.corp.hp.com (Phil Bearce)
Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1992 21:33:36 GMT
Subject: MUSIC: Oh, Susanna by James Taylor
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This one's fun to do, it's real jazzy... enjoy! Phil-
Oh Susanna
Traditional
Arr. James Taylor
Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
It did rain all night the day I left
The weather was bone dry
The sun was so hot I froze myself
Suzanne don't you break down and cry
Now don't you cry for me
As I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
Well I had myself a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed that I saw my girl Suzanne
She was coming around the hill
Now the buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
I said that I come from Dixie land
Suzanne don't you break down and cry
Now don't you cry for me
As I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
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___ Phil Bearce at HP San Jose - Components
(/__) /_ . /) internet: phil@hpmsfpb.sj.hp.com
/ / )_(__(_ - "Look out for that root." -James Taylor
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From: bearce@hpcc01.corp.hp.com (Phil Bearce)
Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1992 21:33:36 GMT
Subject: MUSIC: Oh, Susanna by James Taylor
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Organization: the HP Corporate notes server
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Lines: 57
This one's fun to do, it's real jazzy... enjoy! Phil-
Oh Susanna
Traditional
Arr. James Taylor
Well I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
And I'm bound for Louisiana, my own true love for to see
It did rain all night the day I left
The weather was bone dry
The sun was so hot I froze myself
Suzanne don't you break down and cry
Now don't you cry for me
As I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
Well I had myself a dream the other night
When everything was still
I dreamed that I saw my girl Suzanne
She was coming around the hill
Now the buckwheat cake was in her mouth
A tear was in her eye
I said that I come from Dixie land
Suzanne don't you break down and cry
Now don't you cry for me
As I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee
________________________________________________________________
___ Phil Bearce at HP San Jose - Components
(/__) /_ . /) internet: phil@hpmsfpb.sj.hp.com
/ / )_(__(_ - "Look out for that root." -James Taylor
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