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F7Down over the wF7indow
BbCome the dazzlinEb7g sunlit rBbays
Through the F7back alleys, through the blF7inds,
Another oneBb of them endleEbmss daBbys
F7Honey bees are F7buzzing
BbLeaves bEb7egin to stBbir
F7I'm in love with my second F7cousin
I tell myseBblf I could be haEbmppy forever withBb her.A7
DmI keep listening foA7r footsteps,
DmBut I ain't ever hearing aBbny A7
DmFrom the boat, I fish for bA7ullheads
DmI catch a lot,C/E sometimes too mFany
F7A summer breeze is F7blowin',
BbA squall iEb7s setting Bbin.
F7Sometimes it's just plain sF7tupid
BbTo get into any Ebmkind of wiBbnd.
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F7Well, the old men 'round here sometimes they geF7t on
Bbbad terms with tEb7he youngerBb men,
F7Old, young - age don't carry weF7ight
BbIt doesn't matteEbmr in the eBbnd
F7One of the bosses' hangers-on sometimes comes toF7 call
BbAt times you Eb7least expeBbct,
F7Tryin' to bully you, strong-arm you, inspire you withF7 fear.
BbIt has the opEbmposite effBbect A7
DmThere's a new grove of trees on the outskA7irts of town
DmThe old one - long gBbone. A7
DmTimber, two foot six acroA7ss,
DmBurns with theC/E bark stillF on.
F7They say times areF7 hard,
BbIf you don't believe it you caEb7n follow yBbour nose.
F7It don't bother me, times are hard evF7erywhere,
BbWe will just have Ebmto see how it Bbgoes.
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F7My old man he's like some feudal F7lord,
BbGot more livEb7es than a Bbcat.
F7I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even oF7nce.
BbThings come alivEbme or they fall fBblat.
F7You can smell the pine woodF7 burnin'
BbYou can hear the sEb7chool-bellBb ring.
F7Got to get up near the teacher, if yF7ou can
BbIf you wanna leaEbmrn anythinBbg. A7
DmRomeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poorA7 complexion
DmIt don't give you an appearance of a youthful toBbuch."A7
DmJuliet said back to Romeo, "Why don't youA7 just shove off
DmIf it botheC/Ers you so mFuch."
F7They all got out of here any way they cF7ould -
BbCold rain can giEb7ve you theBb shivers.
F7They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the TeF7nnessee,
BbAll the rest of Ebmthem rebel riBbvers.
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F7If you ever try to interfere with me, or cross my pF7ath again,
BbYou do so at the perilEb7 of your oBbwn life.
F7I'm not quite as cool or forgiving as F7I sound,
BbI've seen enough hEbmeartache and stBbrife.
F7My grandfather was a duck tF7rapper
BbHe could do it with juEb7st dragnets andBb ropes
F7My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old F7cloth,
BbI don't know if theEbmy had any dreams or hBbopes.A7
DmI had 'em once though I suA7ppose
DmTo go along with all the ring dancing,
Christmas Carols on all the BbChristmas EvesA7
DmI left all my dreams and hA7opes
DmBuried under tC/Eobacco leavFes
F7Not always easy kicking someone F7out,
BbGot to wait awhile, Eb7it can be an unpleaBbsant task.
F7Sometimes somebody wants you to give somethF7ing up
BbAnd, tears or not, itEbm's too much to Bbask.
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