Here's How You'll Know Copyright 2005 Stan Lyness   folk, male or female voice	broadband listen
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       LEAD-IN:  C  ( F G7 )  C   ( G F )
         C                                 F
    Dear friends, our winter conversations over pints of beer
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     are just enough to keep me warm and here.
         C                       F
  But if winter's snow and slush prove to be too much,
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   and I find I gotta go, here's how you'll know:

CHORUS:
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       A message from my new world on your machine
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with the background sound of birds beside a stream;
       ( F            G )      C
      An email from a plaza cafe
         D                                  G
  in the evening when the bands come out to play;
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       A postcard showin' Christmas with no snow upon the ground
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         postmarked in some sunny southern town.

   I can scramble over snowbanks, an' wear way too many clothes,
   I can handle northwest winds an' frozen toes.
 I still get around OK but life don't have to be this way,
   so if I decide to go, here's how you'll know:

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
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         Here is how you'll know I'm finally leavin':
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         Once I've found my home, I'll be in touch.
         E                                 Am
  You'll be the third to know, right after me an'
         Dm                               G
     whatever southbound trucker picks me up.

    With winter's sting softened by such company as yours
       I should survive my exile indoors
 I might make another year, or, before December's here,
       I could decide to go.  Here's how you'll know:

CHORUS ENDING:
A postcard showin' Christmas lights, an' no snow on the ground
postmarked in some sunny southern town.