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Hello! I'm Lyrkit!

I tried many ways to memorize English words and found the most effective one for me!

We already have all the words of the songs that we have heard throughout our lives in our memory. We simply did not pay attention to them, but we all already hear them!

I noticed that when you learn a new word from a song that you have already heard before, you already know the translation of this word forever and you will never forget it!

I want to share this method with you. So, the scheme is as follows.

We find songs that we have already heard.

We add all unfamiliar words from them.

We pass mini tests of memory games. done

Now that you know a lot of words, you will very quickly come to know the whole language!

I bet you'll be surprised how effective this method is!)

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Porter Wagoner

The Fiddle And The Bow

 

The Fiddle And The Bow

(album: The Best I've Ever Been - 2000)


My daddy was a sawyer though the trees didn't know
For daddy did his sawing with the fiddle and the bow
He played the down home country songs and most of them he wrote
He played the melody by ear 'cause he couldn't read the notes

Sometimes in the evening he would go into his room
He'd write down all his feelings and set them to a tune
And when he played them on the stage they were like a video
He could paint a picture with the fiddle and the bow

Then he played a song he wrote about a girl named Carolyn Walker
And everybody swore she must be real
And he played a song he wrote about hard times and picking cotton
So plain that you could see him in them fields

He played a song he wrote about a river down in Georgia
You could close your eyes and see the waters flow
For my daddy was a writer and he played them old one nighters
And he could paint a picture with the fiddle and the bow

His hair was apple blossum white when he turned thirty-three
He said I know it's not the years it's just the miles on me
I recall the night before he died to a crowd in Tupelo
He said there's one thing needing said before I close the show

You know the song I wrote about the girl named Carolyn Walker
Well, I only dreamed her up she wasn't real
And to tell the truth I have never picked one single sack of cotton
But I have sure thought a lot about cotton fields

And you know the one you liked about the river down in Georgia
That's the one place that I never got to go cause you see
I'm just a writer and I play these old one nighters
I make a living painting pictures with the fiddle and the bow

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