Hi All,

Here's another new one...

This is called Morning Over New York.

The downstairs sink would be dotted with ash
And dawn burned from his cigarette glow
My father would spin the songs of the day
We’d hear him on Long Island radio

I would listen to music each night in my bed
With a Phillips transistor until ten
And I’d memorize every word that they sang
Until I could sing each verse with them
When morning rises over New York

Then my friend gave me an old Sigma guitar
I’d play three chords through the night
Now Dylan and Chapin would creak from the strings
And the sky saw a new streak of light
When morning rises over New York

A Brooklyn girl listens close to the phone
She’s transfixed and lost in the zone
Her mother worries that she’s gone and adrift
But she’s wrapped in the words of Taylor Swift
When morning rises over New York
When morning rises over New York

BIAB Tracks:
2474: Bass, Acoustic, Held Ev 085
2505: Piano, Electric, HeldChords 085
2541: Pedal Steel, Background Ev 110
2914: Guitar, Acoustic, Fingerpicking Folky16thBrent Ev16 085
RealDrums: PopPromiseEv16^1-a: Snare on 4, HiHat, b: Snare

As always - thanks for listening!

Bob

Robert S. Dean - SoundCloud Song Channel