key: E
      E 
In my mind I see a picture and my thoughts begin to roam 
	A 
to the rowlden hills and valleys that surround my childhood home 
	F#m				B7				E 
I can almost smell the flowers growing wild along the track down to the stream. 
 
 
I hear grandpa telling stories sitting on the front porch swing 
	   A 
scattered all around are pages of the songs that I would sing 
    F#m				  B7 
and there I am cross legged on a dream 
 
Chorus: 
    	 A 
I'd sing coat of many colours, I knew every word by heart 
	B 
and I'd fumble through the changes on an old flat top guitar 
	A			     F#m	   B7		   E 
make believe the city hills rolled into the smokey mountains tennessee. 
	 A 
I'd swap bubble gum for curtain calls with other kids my age 
	B 
and the shows would last for hours on the Opry tree house stage 
	A				B7		    E 
and the dreams of little children echoe still, on Blackwood hill. 
 
 
I recall the day I packed my bags and waved Blackwood goodbye 
rowlden hills were in my rear view mirror, stars were in my eyes 
and I traded hairbrush microphones and tree house shows for lights and centre stage. 
 
sometimes the road I lived on leads me back to my old world 
on the front porch of my childhood home sits a little girl 
her innocence helps me turn back the page,  
 
when 
 
Chorus 
 
 
Bridge: 
A	      B		     A		      E 
Every day was full of music, family and best friends. 
A		B		  A		B7 
troubles of the world erased, by games of lets pretend. 
 
 
Chorus 
     A					  B7		     E 
The little girl inside of me is dreaming still, on blackwood hill.