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Fm There Gis a houseFm in charGming town
theyFm call theG rising sCun
And it's Fmbeen the rGuin of mBbany a poor gCirl
And Fmme oh gCod I'm Fmone
FmIf I'd listened Gto my mBbama
Lord FmI'd be Ghome todayC
ButFm I was yGoung and foBbolish
And some Fmrider led Cme astFmray
FmGo tell Gmy baby siBbster
FmNever dGo what I hCave done
FmTo shun the hGouse in chBbarming tCown
They cFmall the riCsing suFmn
FmMy mother sGhe's a tBbailor
FmShe sewed my nGew blue jeCans
FmMy sweetheartG he's a rBbamblerC
Lord heFm rides anC old Fmmachine
FmGBbC
FmGC
FmGBbC
EmGFm
FmNow the only Gthing a rambBbler needs
Fmis a suiGtcase anCd a gun
FmThe onlyG time heBb's satisfCied
Fmis whenC he's oFmn the run
FmHe fills Ghis chambeBbr up with lead
FmAnd takeGs his paiCn to town
FmThe onlyG pleasureBb he gets oCut of life
Fmis bringCing anotFmher man down
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FmHe's got one Ghand on the Bbthrottle
Fmthe other on Gthe braCke
FmHe's ridinGg back to BRedwooCd
Fmto own hiCs fathersFm' stake
FmAnd here GI wait in Bbcharming town
Fmto gain mGy lovless Cone??
FmI'm stayiGng here toBb end my liCfe
Fmdown in tChe risinFmg sun
FmI'm stayiGng here toBb end my liCfe
Fmdown in tChe risingFm sun
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