Around This Wooden Table

this is a country-style song, so probably most of you won't want to read it...but if you do, thanks.

Around This Wooden Table

Verse 1
I was sittin’ at our wooden table,
Thinkin’ ‘bout the last few days.
And the pain of what had happened,
Took my breath away.
I was frozen in place,
Staring at the table’s dark wood grains,
And the memories of our time together
Flooded my brain.

Chorus
We all ate supper ‘round this wooden table,
Then went and tossed a baseball in the backyard,
I remember how he taught me to drive a car
In the field behind our barn.
Saturday mornin’ fishing,
It was just him and me,
Yeah, every time I think about
The years before,
I remember when…
We ate supper ‘round this wooden table.

Verse 2, part 1
Today I was at the funeral,
And as I saw my father’s face, for the last time,
I thought of the happiness that he left behind…
When our family was still whole.
How he was the greatest he could ever be.

(Short Instrumental)

Verse 2, part 2
Because no one had ever been there for me,
Like he always had been.
And no matter how bad my day had gone,
I could always count on him.
Yeah—
He would make it better ev’ry time.

Chorus (present tense)
We’d eat supper ‘round this wooden table,
Then go and toss a baseball in the backyard,
Oh, he taught me to drive a car
In the field behind our barn.
Saturday mornin’ we’d go fishing,
It was just him and me,
Yeah, every time I think about
The years before,
I remember when…
We ate supper ‘round this wooden table.

Verse 3
Already I miss him a lot, but I know
I’ll never forget his smile.
‘Cause like a knothole in that table,
He built with his own hands,
He has made his mark on me,
Yeah, I— will never forget…

Chorus 2x
How we all ate supper ‘round this wooden table,
Then went and tossed a baseball in the backyard,
I remember how he taught me to drive a car
In the field behind our barn.
Saturday mornin’ fishing,
It was just him and me,
Yeah, every time I think about
The years before,
I remember when
We all ate supper ‘round this wooden table,
Then went and tossed a baseball in the backyard,
I remember how he taught me to drive a car
In the field behind our barn.
Saturday mornin’ fishing,
It was just him and me,
Yeah, every time I think about
The years before,
I remember when…

Instruments fade



EDIT: I just changed the rating to G because...I don't feel as though there's anything wrong with it.

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Teh Wozzinator
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ok, thanks...next time i'll look for that forum so that i can post it there to start with...

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Riedawriter23
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This was good...though we actually do have a song lyrics forum here and that's where this poem belongs. The rating is G. I'll contact a poetry mod for you so that they can move this into the song lyrics forum and then you'll get critiques from people that focus more so on that area. :)

Keep it up!
~Rieda

I totally get it. Your father passed away. Your famliy ate at the wooden table, where you and your father spent most of your time bonding.
LOVE IT!
So catchy. I wanted so sing it. But I have a horrible voice - and I'm in study hall. My peers around... they would STARE.

KEEP WRITING!

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Teh Wozzinator
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here's a quick question...should this be rated G or PG? i guess G works, seeing as some other people have put worst stuff as G...I guess i just rated it PG because it IS about a death

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Teh Wozzinator
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well, if i ever figure out how to get the music written...i might upload a vid of it somewhere, and if so i'll give you the link

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bkwrm
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bkwrm wrote a review · Mon Jan 21, 2008 9:08 pm

This is good - also it seems very real. When someone close dies, it is the trivial things that really set you off - like the wooden table - so it's really good that your song revolves around this. I'm not sure what else I can say - except that I'd love to hear what it sounds like.
Keep on writing,
Bkwrm :)

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Teh Wozzinator
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i realize how it could be mistaken for a girlfriend...i tried to mention the father at the start, but it just wouldn't work. btw, i haven't had experience with this...my father never died, but other people close to me have. it was originally just a challenge for me to write a song about "a wooden table", and it ended up becoming more than just a mess-around song. so i decided to post it here and see what people thought. thanks for reading!

also...it has a lot of apostrophes in it (especially in' for ing), but that's just because i would be the one singing it and that's how i sing. lol... if i actually wrote it out i'd just say it the normal way most of the time...but this wasn't actually going to be posted online to begin with...

This is really good! I loved it! I was sad and very...emotional. At the beginning, I didn't know you were talking about the father. But I figured it out later on. It was just that I thought you were talking about like a girlfriend or something...

keep writing!!!!!



I say Wolf, for all wolves are not of the same sort; there is one kind with an amenable disposition – neither noisy, nor hateful, nor angry, but tame, obliging and gentle, following the young maids in the streets, even into their homes. Alas! Who does not know that these gentle wolves are of all such creatures the most dangerous!
— Charles Perrault