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Thread #89009   Message #1676489
Posted By: Suffet
22-Feb-06 - 11:21 PM
Thread Name: Your First song
Subject: RE: Your First song
Greetings:

I wrote my first song when I was about 17. It was for Roberta [last name withheld] who had moved with her family from Queens, New York, to the Virginia suburbs of Washington, DC. I took a Trailways bus to to visit her once, then came back to New York and wrote this song. I had just discovered modal chord progressions. I wrote a meoldy, but rather than my trying to notate it here, please make up whatever melody you would like as long as it fits the chord structure. Use the same tune for the chorus, unless you you want to make up a different one.


GOODBYE, ROBERTA
Words and music by Stephen L. Suffet ©2006
Bouncy 4/4. Very earnest.

A                         G                A
I'm riding on the highway down through Delaware,

                      C               E7
It's been a long time since I've been here.

       A                     G               A
Should I go on to Dixie, or back to New York City?

                     G                  A
Either way I've got nothing to lose or fear.


I'm riding on the highway down through Delaware,
It's been a long time since I've been here.
Should I go on to Dixie, or back to New York City?
Either way I've got nothing to lose or fear.

   So farewell, Roberta; Roberta, don't you cry.
   I'll be coming back again.
   Farewell, honey child; farewell is not goodbye,
   I'll see you, although I can't say when.

I ain't seen my Roberta in more than two years time,
I've been rambling way up north.
But two years ain't so long beneath the Mason-Dixon Line,
Roberta says the time has been too short.

   So farewell, Roberta; Roberta, don't you cry.
   I'll be coming back again.
   Farewell, honey child; farewell is not goodbye,
   I'll see you, although I can't say when.

So I'll keep on heading southbound till I see my love Roberta,
Maybe the time has dried her tears,
But if she tells me no, back to New York I will go,
And maybe try again in two more years.

   So farewell, Roberta; Roberta, don't you cry.
   I'll be coming back again.
   Farewell, honey child; farewell is not goodbye,
   I'll see you, although I can't say when.


Now, isn't that just adorable?

--- Steve