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GI don?t know the Csound of my Gfather?s voiGce
GI don?t even Gknow how he says my Dname D
But it Cplays out likeD song onEm a jukebox iCn a bar
In the Gback of my D/Ahead till it?s Dworrying machiGne G
And in the Gcotton fields by the Chouse where GI wasG born
GThe leaves burn like Geffigies of my Dkin D
And theC trains run Dlike snakes throughEm the PentecoCstal pines
GFilled up with cottonD and dime sGtore gin G
I
EmJacksonville,Em how you Cburden in my Gsoul
How you Dhold all my Cdreams captEmive Em
EmJacksonville, Em how you Cplay with my Gmind
How my Dheart goesC bad
SuffoEmcating on theD pines in JaEmcksonville Em
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