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I got a new mic and wanted to try it out. This title popped into my head. I recorded some guitar, and then some banjo, and then I had to write words to go along. The rest fell into place, more or less, sort of quickly. I was thinking the title was going to be about the magic of sharing music with another, mostly in being able to collaborate. Thinking about my buddy Kelli. It ended up being about just getting through the day, I guess. Sort of despite yourself, things get done, in a fashion, in other words I guess. Typical sort of contemplative stuff... Don't look too deeply, it's just stream of consciousness!
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Lyrics
Get up in the morning
One leg at a time,
Comb your face and wash your hair
Get your ducks in a line
Eat your wheaties, and strap em on
Got to get up, get up get up and go
There’s just one thing for sure, buddy
You should be sure to know
that’s how it happens
happens all the time
that’s how it happens
happens to fall into line
It’s when you mind the little things
That the big things take care of themselves
It’s nothing more than nothing new
and it’s still a mystery, truth to tell
Seems like a lotta work
and it somehow ends up all the same
I’ve lost track of so so many things
But it’s never got in my way
that’s how it happens
happens all the time
that’s how it happens
happens to fall into line
Think I’ll sit back and contemplate
On all the things left undone
My thoughts don’t amount to a hill of beans
No matter how the web is spun
I admit it don’t bother me
I don’t rock that way
I won’t get caught up in regret
Cause regret never did pay
that’s how it happens
happens all the time
that’s how it happens
happens to fall into line
One leg at a time,
Comb your face and wash your hair
Get your ducks in a line
Eat your wheaties, and strap em on
Got to get up, get up get up and go
There’s just one thing for sure, buddy
You should be sure to know
that’s how it happens
happens all the time
that’s how it happens
happens to fall into line
It’s when you mind the little things
That the big things take care of themselves
It’s nothing more than nothing new
and it’s still a mystery, truth to tell
Seems like a lotta work
and it somehow ends up all the same
I’ve lost track of so so many things
But it’s never got in my way
that’s how it happens
happens all the time
that’s how it happens
happens to fall into line
Think I’ll sit back and contemplate
On all the things left undone
My thoughts don’t amount to a hill of beans
No matter how the web is spun
I admit it don’t bother me
I don’t rock that way
I won’t get caught up in regret
Cause regret never did pay
that’s how it happens
happens all the time
that’s how it happens
happens to fall into line
Feter
I always enjoyed how you used your banjo on your
songs ...so unique ...great vocal as usually ..
and here surprisingly the bass hold a sweet tone
I wish the choruses had harmonies ..good song ..
thnx alot for sharin !!!!