Nobody guessed here on my recent challenge, so I just went on and laid down some tracks. As kids in the early sixties we built many camps and treehouses. I remember little things like making a small 16 inch door so parents couldn’t fit in. So many memories and as life is getting short, I realize that is all I have now.
My voice is raspy from these Texas allergens and sounds bad. I go back to my home in Michigan a week from next Monday where my voice should come back and then re-sing this especially the chorus. The harp fills get old, I know. I had a drum track but muted it in the end. the best to all of you.
Cleaned up some tick and lowered vox delay
I added two more chorus harmonies and a drum track for something to do
Our tree house
There’s a place to go when I am weary… a place where no one knows G C
I’ve used it as a young boy…. in trouble I would go G C D
Not so fancy tough to use…. sorta hard to find C G
I never took my I-phone ….and always went alone F C G
You can guess my special place…you can look around C G D G chorus
Hidden from this crazy world where peace and calm are found C G D
Everyone should have a place like this when they feel down C G D G
I daydream bout my childhood friends…alone without a sound F C G
I can hear the laughter… I just felt a punch G C VERSE 2
My buddies chomping carrots…a chorus rising crunch G C D
Cattail fights and hide and seek…night fall curfew rings C G
We’ll meet again tomorrow… when morning birds first sing F C G
I know I can’t go back to them… they’ve all moved away G C VERSE 3
I’m glad I’ve not forgotten…those memories will stay G C D
Mixed emotions going back my mind feels warmth and pain C G
I’ve not had …one regret… I’d do it all again F C G