Bobbi's Song [KW]

1970s northern California folk ambience, 76-92 BPM, warm female lead contralto vocal, classic singer-songwriter, clear warm voice, wide strong vibrato, fingerpicked acoustic guitar performed while singing, alternating thumb-and-finger picking patterns, vintage dreadnought acoustic guitar tone

V5.5

[Instrumental Intro] (acoustic guitar solo for 4 bars, followed by
mandolin solo for 4 bars, followed by harmonica solo for 4 bars]

[Verse 1]
She was my mother’s mother
And she was my next of kin
When my parents died in that auto crash
And I was only seven
She was the one who took me in
When they went off to Heaven
Her name was Roberta Savage
But “Gramma Bobbi” she was to me—
Plain “Bobbi” to all her folksong friends
Of the North Coast 70s
She was friends with Kate and Rosalie,
Malvina, Ole Utah, and Country Joe.
In the North California folksong crew
Her name was not unknown.

[Instrumental Interlude] (solo fingerpicked acoustic guitar for 6 bars)

[Chorus]
This is my song for Bobbi
My hero, teacher, and saint
She taught me what good music was
And what good music ain’t
She taught me what she’d learned in Life
How to tell the Right from Wrong
She taught me ‘bout the hard things
And how to write a song

[Instrumental Interlude] (mandolin solo for 6 bars}

[Verse 2]
She taught me now to play guitar
And pluck a mandolin
How to bring a bright harmonica to life
By breathin’ out and in
And on our old front porch at night
Beneath that Old Man Moon
How to hum a song and get it right
How to whistle . . . and keep a tune

[Verse 3]
She taught me to love those echoes
On the North California breeze
The beauties of Sonoma Valley
And the mountains and redwood trees
And to love that old folk music
And she taught me Life’s great keys

[instrumental interlude] (solo harmonica for 6 bars)

[Chorus]
Yes. . this is my song for Bobbi
My hero, teacher, and saint
She taught me what good music was
And what good music ain’t
She taught me what she’d learned in Life
How to tell the Right from Wrong
She taught me ‘bout the hard things
And how to write a song

[Bridge]
Bobbi’s no longer with me
But her spirit hovers near
And at night on our old front porch
I smile and have no fear
For she gave me gifts for living
Whether life be short or long
And a love for old folk music
And the miracle of song.

[Outro Vocals]
Yeah . . . that OLD FOLK MUSIC . . .
And the MIRACLE. . . OF SONG

(Outro Music] (beautiful whistling for 8 bars, leading out

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[Instrumental Intro] (acoustic guitar solo for 4 bars, followed by mandolin solo for 4 bars, followed by harmonica solo for 4 bars] [Verse 1] She was my mother’s mother And she was my next of kin When my parents died in that auto crash And I was only seven She was the one who took me in When they went off to Heaven Her name was Roberta Savage But “Gramma Bobbi” she was to me— Plain “Bobbi” to all her folksong friends Of the North Coast 70s She was friends with Kate and Rosalie, Malvina, Ole Utah, and Country Joe. In the North California folksong crew Her name was not unknown. [Instrumental Interlude] (solo fingerpicked acoustic guitar for 6 bars) [Chorus] This is my song for Bobbi My hero, teacher, and saint She taught me what good music was And what good music ain’t She taught me what she’d learned in Life How to tell the Right from Wrong She taught me ‘bout the hard things And how to write a song [Instrumental Interlude] (mandolin solo for 6 bars} [Verse 2] She taught me now to play guitar And pluck a mandolin How to bring a bright harmonica to life By breathin’ out and in And on our old front porch at night Beneath that Old Man Moon How to hum a song and get it right How to whistle . . . and keep a tune [Chorus] This is my song for Bobbi My hero, teacher, and saint She taught me what good music was And what good music ain’t She taught me what she’d learned in Life How to tell the Right from Wrong She taught me ‘bout the hard things And how to write a song [Verse 3] She taught me to love those echoes On the North California breeze The beauties of Sonoma Valley And the mountains and redwood trees And to love that old folk music And she taught me Life’s great keys [instrumental interlude] (solo harmonica for 6 bars) [Chorus] Yes. . this is my song for Bobbi My hero, teacher, and saint She taught me what good music was And what good music ain’t She taught me what she’d learned in Life How to tell the Right from Wrong She taught me ‘bout the hard things And how to write a song [Bridge] Bobbi’s no longer with me But her spirit hovers near And at night on our old front porch I smile and have no fear For she gave me gifts for living Whether life be short or long And a love for old folk music And the miracle of song. [Outro Vocals] Yeah . . . that OLD FOLK MUSIC . . . And the MIRACLE. . . OF SONG (Outro Music] (beautiful whistling for 8 bars, leading out

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