Sixth Grade

I grew up in West Lafayette Indiana and went to grade school
at Cumberland Elementary. Mr. Tweedy was our 6th grade
teacher and one day in English class he gave us this
writing assignment; imagine you can be any age you would
like to be and write a description about being that age.
Or something to that effect. I have no recollection of what
I myself actually wrote, but I do remember Mr. Tweedy
reading aloud to us in class the paper written by one of my
fellow students. It went sorta like this...
If I could be any age I wanted to be I would be 90 years
old. I could sleep in as late as I wanted and have breakfast
brought to me in bed. Every afternoon I would have wheelchair
races with my friends in the nursing home and watch TV every
evening...
Everyone in the class was amused and impressed! It stills
strikes me as remarkably creative for a 6th grade kid to have
such insight. I don't remember what I wrote about, but I
remember his paper.
How awesome it would be if we really DID look forward,
with hope and good expectations, to growing old. I think we
would probably all live our lives with greater care and
healthier habits if we could claim such positive dreams of
our futures.

song lyrics Canada Revisited

chorus 10th fret D sus
He came from the north where the cold wind blows
He came from the land of the ice and the snow
D add B
He moved down south to the USA
where the beach is nice and the palm trees sway

10th fret D sus
He met some guys, Crosby Stills and Nash
They all played music so they formed a band
D add B
They wrote some songs that made it big
Their records sold, they had a bunch of hits


vs 1 D add f, e % % %
That was the sixties when life was wild
Times were crazy Be a wild child
After a while the group went sour
lost in a haze of flower power

rpt chorus

vs 2 He always had a heart for the common man
from Kent State to the war in Viet Nam
Now he sings for farmers that are losing their land
Some foreigners make the best Americans

instrumental A Amaj7 Bm (G A Bm) % % %

rpt chorus

vs 3 Canada's loss became our gain
He helped found a cause called Farm Aid
Food is best when its grown by hand
Factory farms are a blight on our land

1/2 chorus w/ outro
where he still plays his music everyday