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GmIn the garden dFistrict, whCere the plants grow stGmrong and tall
BehBbind the bush there lAurks a girl, who mGakes them strong and tGmall
They just call herGm, QuCicklime GBbirl, behind her backF, Gm QuCicklime BbGirl
Behind the bushF, Gm QuCicklime BbGirl, she's the mDistress of the salmon salt
QCuicklime Bb/CGirl, QC/Bbuicklime GBbirl, QuC/Aicklime Bb/AGirl Gm
GmIn the fall when plFants return, by hCarvest time, she kGmnows the score
RBbipe and ready Ato the eye, but rAbotten somehow Gmto the core
And they call herGm, QuCicklime GBbirl, behind her backF, Gm QuCicklime BbGirl
Behind the bushF, Gm QuCicklime BbGirl, she's the mDistress of the salmon salt
QCuicklime Bb/CGirl, QC/Bbuicklime GBbirl, QuC/Aicklime Bb/AGirl Gm
A hGmarvest of life, or C#mharvest of death, one bCmody of life, one bBbody of death
And wGmhen you've gone and C#mchoked to death, with lCmaughter and a lBbittle step
Gm I'll prepare the qC#muicklime, friend, for your rCmipe and ready gBbrave
For your rCmipe and ready gBbrave
It's spGmringtime now and cFares subside, and the plCanting's almost dGmone
And fBbertile graves, it sAeems, exist, within a mGile of that juke jGmoint
WFhere CGmoast Guard crews still tBbake their lCeave, quite listless in the sunF Gm
And the QBbuicklime Girl still plAies her trade, redAbuction of the many from the Gmone
And they call herGm, QuCicklime GBbirl, behind her backF, Gm QuCicklime BbGirl
Behind the bushF, Gm QuCicklime BbGirl, well she's the mDistress of the salmon salt
QCuicklime Bb/CGirl, QC/Bbuicklime GBbirl, QuC/Aicklime Bb/AGirl Gm
A hGmarvest of life, a hC#marvest of death, resCmumes its course each Bbday
Gm It comes as if by sC#mchedule, a hCmarvest of limbs, of aBbrms and of legs
The tGmoes that crawl, and the C#mknees that jerk, and nCmeck like swans that sBbeem to turn
Gm As if incC#mlined to grCmasp or pBbray
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