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Going Back To Harlan

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Cover of "Going Back To Harlan"
Composers: Kate & Anna McGarrigle
Video produced and edited by: Dylan Morgan
Recording and Mix: My Home Studio
A song about growing up, innocence and love lost, and going back home to where it all began.
Lead Vocal: Bob Morgan
Backing Chorus Vocals: The "Morgan Girls": Susan Morgan, April Flynn Morgan, Lindsea Morgan, and Laura Leonard Morgan
All Instruments: Bob Morgan.
Martin D12-20, Martin D28, Gibson Songwriter, Roland Keyboards, Hofner Bass Guitar, Drums / Percussion
Lyrics:
There were no cuckoos, no sycamores
We played about the forest floor
Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky
We popped the heads off of dandelions
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes
Rested on the riverbank
And grew up by and by,. We grew up by and by
Frail my heart apart
And play me a little "Shady Grove"
Ring the bells of Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head forever
Bounce the bow, rock the gallows
For the Hangman’s Reel
And wake the devil from his dream
I’m going back to Harlan
I’m going back to Harlan
I’m going back to Harlan
And if I were Willie Moore
And you were Barbara Allen
Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door
A-weepin’ and a-pinin’, for love
A-weepin’ and a-pinin’, for love
Chorus
Composers: Kate & Anna McGarrigle
Video produced and edited by: Dylan Morgan
Recording and Mix: My Home Studio
A song about growing up, innocence and love lost, and going back home to where it all began.
Lead Vocal: Bob Morgan
Backing Chorus Vocals: The "Morgan Girls": Susan Morgan, April Flynn Morgan, Lindsea Morgan, and Laura Leonard Morgan
All Instruments: Bob Morgan.
Martin D12-20, Martin D28, Gibson Songwriter, Roland Keyboards, Hofner Bass Guitar, Drums / Percussion
Lyrics:
There were no cuckoos, no sycamores
We played about the forest floor
Underneath the silver maples, the balsams and the sky
We popped the heads off of dandelions
Assuming roles from nursery rhymes
Rested on the riverbank
And grew up by and by,. We grew up by and by
Frail my heart apart
And play me a little "Shady Grove"
Ring the bells of Rhymney
Till they ring inside my head forever
Bounce the bow, rock the gallows
For the Hangman’s Reel
And wake the devil from his dream
I’m going back to Harlan
I’m going back to Harlan
I’m going back to Harlan
And if I were Willie Moore
And you were Barbara Allen
Or Fair Ellen all sad at the cabin door
A-weepin’ and a-pinin’, for love
A-weepin’ and a-pinin’, for love
Chorus
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