Trigger Takes His Time (And All Is Well)

Original North Georgia country/Appalachian mountain gospel, warm old-time country blues swing, 92 BPM, Mature warm unmistakably MALE Bubba lead and spoken humor; distinctly FEMALE Darlene harmonies, responses and half bridge, beautiful duet, Expressive blues harmonica FRONT AND CENTER, recurring conversation with singer, 16-bar solo, Fingerpicked acoustic, soulful electric blues guitar answers, Hammond B3, honky-tonk piano, walking upright bass, brushed drums, pedal steel, fiddle, light clawhammer banjo; leave breathing room, Documented Holler Roll-Up G6-Em7-Cadd9-D7 for verses/chorus, Tender bridge shifts to swaying 6/8 Holler Lantern Turn G6|Bbmaj7|Cadd9|Cm6|G/D|E7|A7 D7|G6; piano call B-D-E/D-Bb-A/G-E-D/Eb-D-C/B-A-G, octave harp answers, female hum B-A-G, Return walking swing for solo/finale, Warm live organic full band, clear conversational words, uplifting memorable hook, natural resolved G6 ending, brief space, one dry banjo pluck

[Spoken intro: Bubba, warm male; leaves rustle, harmonica answers]
Come on, Trigger, we got places to be.
Well... apparently this leaf needs a second opinion.

[Verse 1: Bubba, male; relaxed country blues swing]
Got a little silver harp in my hand,
Gold leaves falling where the sidewalks bend.
Afternoon sunshine warming my sleeve,
Trigger found something I couldn't see.
I had a list and a head full of miles,
He put the whole world on hold for a while.
One white paw in a pile of red,
Heard a little tune, and here's what it said.

[Chorus: Bubba lead, clearly female Darlene harmonies]
Trigger takes his time, and the sun shines through,
There's a song in the leaves and a sky so blue.
We ain't chasing tomorrow, got no race to win,
Just an old sweet melody and the autumn wind.
Like 90 Going North! That's how my heart rolls,
With a little white dog teaching me to stroll.
Let that harmonica ring like a Sunday bell,
Trigger takes his time, and all is well.

[Verse 2: Bubba, smiling; harmonica short responses]
Every signpost gets a thorough review,
That ant hill's got the neighborhood news.
One blade of grass, then he circles back,
Must be a chapter that he skipped out back.
I said, "Son, what's so good about that smell?"
He looked like, "Buddy, there's too much to tell."
I'm just asking questions, that's all.
He went right back to reading the fall.

[Chorus: distinct male and female duet]
Trigger takes his time, and the sun shines through,
There's a song in the leaves and a sky so blue.
We ain't chasing tomorrow, got no race to win,
Just an old sweet melody and the autumn wind.
Like 90 Going North! That's how my heart rolls,
With a little white dog teaching me to stroll.
Let that harmonica ring like a Sunday bell,
Trigger takes his time, and all is well.

[Bridge: tender 6/8 Lantern Turn; Bubba and Darlene alternate]
[Bubba, male]
I thought the blessing waited farther down the road.
[Darlene, clearly female]
Maybe it's beside you, where the yellow leaves blow.
[Bubba]
I brought a pocketful of hurry out today.
[Darlene]
That little dog of yours keeps giving it away.
[Duet]
Thank You, Lord, for breathing room,
For ordinary afternoons.
For love that walks beside us still,
And teaches busy hearts to be still.

[Instrumental: expressive blues harmonica solo, 16 bars; acoustic and piano, electric guitar answers; return to warm walking swing]

[Final chorus: powerful full band, Bubba male lead, Darlene female harmony and responses]
Trigger takes his time, and the sun shines through,
There's a song in the leaves and a sky so blue.
We ain't chasing tomorrow, got no race to win,
Just an old sweet melody and the autumn wind.
Like 90 Going North! Let the good times roll,
We can take it slow and still be full of soul.
Let that harmonica ring like a Sunday bell,
Trigger takes his time, and all is well.
[Female Darlene] And all is well.
[Duet] Right here, right now, and all is well.

[Gentle spoken ending: Bubba male; solo acoustic and soft harmonica]
All right, Trigger. One more leaf.
I reckon the porch will still be there.
And all is well.
[Resolved G6, breath, one dry banjo pluck; natural ending]

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[Spoken intro: Bubba, warm male; leaves rustle, harmonica answers] Come on, Trigger, we got places to be. Well... apparently this leaf needs a second opinion. [Verse 1: Bubba, male; relaxed country blues swing] Got a little silver harp in my hand, Gold leaves falling where the sidewalks bend. Afternoon sunshine warming my sleeve, Trigger found something I couldn't see. I had a list and a head full of miles, He put the whole world on hold for a while. One white paw in a pile of red, Heard a little tune, and here's what it said. [Chorus: Bubba lead, clearly female Darlene harmonies] Trigger takes his time, and the sun shines through, There's a song in the leaves and a sky so blue. We ain't chasing tomorrow, got no race to win, Just an old sweet melody and the autumn wind. Like 90 Going North! That's how my heart rolls, With a little white dog teaching me to stroll. Let that harmonica ring like a Sunday bell, Trigger takes his time, and all is well. [Verse 2: Bubba, smiling; harmonica short responses] Every signpost gets a thorough review, That ant hill's got the neighborhood news. One blade of grass, then he circles back, Must be a chapter that he skipped out back. I said, "Son, what's so good about that smell?" He looked like, "Buddy, there's too much to tell." I'm just asking questions, that's all. He went right back to reading the fall. [Chorus: distinct male and female duet] Trigger takes his time, and the sun shines through, There's a song in the leaves and a sky so blue. We ain't chasing tomorrow, got no race to win, Just an old sweet melody and the autumn wind. Like 90 Going North! That's how my heart rolls, With a little white dog teaching me to stroll. Let that harmonica ring like a Sunday bell, Trigger takes his time, and all is well. [Bridge: tender 6/8 Lantern Turn; Bubba and Darlene alternate] [Bubba, male] I thought the blessing waited farther down the road. [Darlene, clearly female] Maybe it's beside you, where the yellow leaves blow. [Bubba] I brought a pocketful of hurry out today. [Darlene] That little dog of yours keeps giving it away. [Duet] Thank You, Lord, for breathing room, For ordinary afternoons. For love that walks beside us still, And teaches busy hearts to be still. [Instrumental: expressive blues harmonica solo, 16 bars; acoustic and piano, electric guitar answers; return to warm walking swing] [Final chorus: powerful full band, Bubba male lead, Darlene female harmony and responses] Trigger takes his time, and the sun shines through, There's a song in the leaves and a sky so blue. We ain't chasing tomorrow, got no race to win, Just an old sweet melody and the autumn wind. Like 90 Going North! Let the good times roll, We can take it slow and still be full of soul. Let that harmonica ring like a Sunday bell, Trigger takes his time, and all is well. [Female Darlene] And all is well. [Duet] Right here, right now, and all is well. [Gentle spoken ending: Bubba male; solo acoustic and soft harmonica] All right, Trigger. One more leaf. I reckon the porch will still be there. And all is well. [Resolved G6, breath, one dry banjo pluck; natural ending]

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