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{title: Down The Line}
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{composer: Lonesome River Band}
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{time: 4/4}
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{comment: Instrumental verse as intro}
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[G]Born out in the [C]country, [Em]raised out on a [D]farm
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[G]Got my edu[C]cation out [D]behind a [C]barn
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[G]Left one Sunday [C]morning [G]in a driving [D]rain
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[Em]Hitchhiked to the [C]freight yard and [G]caught the [D]railroad [G]train
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{soc}
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[G]Oh, [C]engineer, [G]let your whistle [D]whine
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[Em]Oh, get me [C]out of here, a little [G]further down the [C]line
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{eoc}
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[G]I've been to Cali[C]fornia and I've [Em]been to New Or[D]leans
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[G]Been to New York [C]City and [Em]everywhere be[C]tween
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[G]I've eat beans and [C]taters, your [G]finest cavi[D]ar
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[Em]Drank brandy from a [C]snifter and [G]moonshine [D]from a [G]jar
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{soc}
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[G]Oh, [C]engineer, [G]let your whistle [D]whine
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[Em]Oh, get me [C]out of here, a little [G]further down the [C]line
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{eoc}
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{comment: Fiddle Solo}
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[G]Spent a year in a [C]prison with a [G]number for my [D]name
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[G]Fed me bread and [C]water, tied [Em]to a [D]ball and [C]chain
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[G]I swore the day they [C]slammed the door and the [G]jailer locked me [D]in
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[Em]If they ever let me [C]outta here, I'll [G]never go [D]back a[G]gain
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{soc}
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[G]Oh, [C]engineer, [G]let your whistle [D]whine
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[Em]Oh, get me [C]out of here, a little [G]further down the [C]line
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{eoc}
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{comment: Mandolin/Banjo Solo}
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[G]Been dreaming of the [C]day when I [Em]return back to my [D]home
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[G]That's where I want to settle down, [Em]never [D]more to [C]roam
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[G]Sit me on a [C]tractor and [G]point me to the [D]field
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[Em]And I will plow a [C]furrow with my [G]hands up [D]on the [G]wheel
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{soc}
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[G]Oh, [C]engineer, [G]let your whistle [D]whine
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[Em]Oh, get me [C]out of here, a little [G]further down the [C]line
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[G]Oh, [C]engineer, [G]let your whistle [D]whine
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[Em]Oh, get me [C]out of here, a little [G]further down the [C]line
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{t: Dusty Country Roads}
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{artist: Bob Henson}
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{capo: 4}
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{sov}
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Now when [C]I was growin' up, there was a [F]beat-up pickup [C]truck
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took my dad and me down the [G]dusty country [C]roads
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Now [C]years have come and gone, that old [F]truck still rolls a[C]long
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{eov}
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{soc}
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And the [F]lessons that I learned as the [C]old truck rumbled on,
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They got me when I don't know where to [G]go
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Though the [F]old man's gone away, things he [C]taught ring true today
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As I travel down this [G]dusty country [C]road
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{eoc}
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{c: Instrumental}
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Now [C]she worked dawn to dust, always [F]kept the family [C]first
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And she taught us to be [G]all that we could [C]be
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I've travelled far and wide, I still [F]feel her by my [C]side
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Every time that I reach [G]out and touch my [C]dreams
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{soc}
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{c: Chorus}
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{eoc}
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{c: Instrumental}
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No [C]matter where you go, there's a [F]dusty country [C]road
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Oh, they twist, they turn, they [G]change every [C]day
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Now together or alone, that [F]old road keeps goin' [C]on
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And it's what you've learned that [G]helps you find your [C]way
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{soc}
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{c: Chorus}
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{eoc}
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{title: Eight More Miles to Louisville}
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{composer: Grandpa Jones}
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{time: 4/4}
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{c: On last line of verses, walk up from G on first word and back}
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{c: down on last.}
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{c: Instrumental}
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I've travelled o'er this country wide seeking fortune fair
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Up an down the two coast lines I've travelled everywhere
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Portland east and Portland West and back across the line
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I'm goin' down to the place that's best, the ol' hometown of mine
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{soc}
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Well eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view
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Eight more miles on this ol' road and I'll never more be blue
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I knew some day I'd come back, I knew it from the start
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Eight more miles to Louisville, the hometown of my heart
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{eoc}
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{c: Instrumental}
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There's got to be a gal somewhere that you love best of all
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Mine lives down in Louisville, she's little small oh she's small
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She's the kind you can't find a' ramblin' through the land
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I'm goin' there this very day to win her heart and hand
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{soc}
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Well eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view
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Eight more miles on this ol' road and I'll never more be blue
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I knew some day I'd come back, I knew it from the start
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Eight more miles to Louisville, the hometown of my heart
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{eoc}
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{c: Instrumental}
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Now I can picture in my mind a place we'll call our home
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A humble little hut for two, we'll never want to roam
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The place that's right for that love sight is in those bluegrass hills
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Where gently rolls the Ohio near a place called Louisville
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{soc}
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Oh eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view
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Eight more miles on this ol' road and I'll never more be blue
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I knew some day I'd come back, I knew it from the start
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Eight more miles to Louisville, the hometown of my heart
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{eoc}
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{comment: Instrumental}
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{soc}
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Oh eight more miles and Louisville will come into my view
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Eight more miles on this ol' road and I'll never more be blue
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I knew some day I'd come back, I knew it from the start
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Eight more miles to Louisville, the hometown of my heart
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Eight more miles to Louisville, the hometown of my heart
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{comment: Instrumental walk up & back down}
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{eoc}
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{title: How Mountain Girls Can Love}
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{comment: Instrumental intro leading into chorus}
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{soc}
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[C]Get down boys, [G]go back home
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[D]Back to that girl you [G]love
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[C]Treat her right, [G]never wrong
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[D]How mountain girls can [G]love
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{eoc}
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[G]I'm ridin' tonight in that high cold wind
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on the [D]trail of the old lonesome [G]pine
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[G]I'm thinking of you, Lord I'm feelin' so blue,
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Wonderin' [D]why you left me [G]behind
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{soc}
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{comment: Chorus}
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{eoc}
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{comment: Instrumental}
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[G]Remember the night when we strolled down the lane
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Our [D]hearts were gay an' happy [G]then
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[G]I pulled you close while you whispered low
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We [D]both hoped the night would never [G]end
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{soc}
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{comment: Chorus}
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{eoc}
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{comment: Instrumental}
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{soc}
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{comment: Chorus, repeating last line}
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{eoc}
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{title: I've been to Georgia on a fast train}
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{composer: Willie Nelson}
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It was a [G]rainy Wednesday morning on the [C]day that I was born
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in that old [G]sharecropper's wondering' country [D]shack
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Well they [G]say my mammy left me on the [C]same day that she had me
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she [G]hit the road an' she [D]never once looked [G]back
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[G]I just thought that I might mention thgat my [C]grandma's old age pension,
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it's the [G]reason I'm sittin' here [D]today
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[G] I've been to Georgia on a [C]fast train honey
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[G] I wasn't born no yester[D]day
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I got a [G]good Christian raisin', [C]eight grade education
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Ain't no [G]need in y'all [D]treatin' me this [G]way
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{eoc}
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{comment: Instrumental}
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Well now my [G]woman, Carolina, I don't [C]guess I'll ever find
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another [G]lady put together like you [D]are
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I lvoe that a'[G]wiggle in your walk and all o'your [C]big city talk
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and that [G]brand new shiny [D]Plymouth ragtime car
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{comment: Chorus}
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Well now it's [G]hurry up and wait in this [C]world of give and take
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It seems like [G]haste makes waste every [D]time
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But I [G]swear to my soul, when you [C]hear the engines roll,
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You better [G]know I'm gonna [D]get my share o' [G]mine
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[G] I've been to Georgia on a [C]fast train honey
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[G] I wasn't born no yester[D]day
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I got a [G]good Christian raisin', [C]eight grade education
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Ain't no [G]need in y'all [D]treatin' me this [G]way
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I got a [G]good Christian raisin', [C]eight grade education
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Ain't no [G]need in y'all [D]treatin' me this [G]way
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There ain't no [G]need in y'all [D]treatin' me this [G]way
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{title: In The Pines}
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{composer: Traditional}
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{time: 3/4}
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{key: Am}
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Hey [Am]girl, hey [C]girl, don't [Dm]lie to [F]me,
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Tell me [Am]where did you [E]sleep last [Am]night
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In the [Am]pines, in the [C]pines
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Where the [Dm]sun never [F]shines
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And I [Am]shivered the [E]whole night [Am]through
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My [Am]daddy [C]was a [Dm]railroad [F]man,
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Killed a [Am]mile and a [E]half from [Am]here
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His [Am]head was [C]found in a [Dm]driver's [F]wheel
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His [Am]body as [E]never [Am]found
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Hey [Am]girl, hey [C]girl, where [Dm]will you [F]go,
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I'm [Am]goin' where the [E]cold wind [Am]blows
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In the [Am]pines, in the [C]pines
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Where the [Dm]sun never [F]shines
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And you [Am]shiver the [E]whole night [Am]through
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The [Am]longest [C]train I [Dm]ever [F]saw,
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went [Am]down that [E]Georgia [Am]line
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The [Am]engine [C]passed at [Dm]six o'[F]clock,
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and the [Am]cab came a[E]round at [Am]nine
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The [Am]prettiest [C]girl I [Dm]ever [F]saw
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lived [Am]down that [E]railroad [Am]track
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Red [Am]rosey [C]cheeks and [Dm]blue eyes [F]fair
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and the [Am]curls hung [E]down her [Am]back
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My [Am]darling was [C]killed last [Dm]Friday [F]night,
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Just a [Am]half a [E]mile from [Am]town
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Her [Am]head was [C]lain in the [Dm]carbox [F]floor
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And her [Am]body has [E]never been [Am]found
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Hey [Am]girl, Hey [C]girl what [Dm]have I [F]done,
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For to [Am]make you [E]treat me [Am]so
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You have [Am]caused me to [C]weep, you [Dm]caused me to [F]mourn
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and you [Am]caused me to [E]lose my [Am]home
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In the [Am]pines, in the [C]pines
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Where the [Dm]sun never [F]shines
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And you [Am]shiver when [E]cold winds [Am]blow
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In the [Am]pines, in the [C]pines
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Where the [Dm]sun don't ever [F]shine
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And we'll [Am]shiver the [E]whole night [Am]through
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{title: Rabbit in the log}
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{composer: Bill Monroe}
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{comment: Instrumental intro}
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Now there's a [C]rabbit in a log and I ain't got my dog
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How will I get him, I [G]know
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Oh, I'll [C]get me a briar and I'll twist it in his hair
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and that's how I'll [G]get him, I [C]know
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I [F]know (I know) yes I [C]know (I know)
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That's how I'll get him, I [G]know
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Oh, I'll [C]get me a briar and I'll twist it in his hair
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and that's how I'll [G]get him, I [C]know
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{end_of_chorus}
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{comment: Instrumental}
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I'm gonna [C]build me a fire and I'll cook that ole hare
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I'll roll him in them flames and make him [G]brown
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have a [C]feast here tonight while the moon's shinin' bright
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and find me a good [G]place to lie [C]down
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To lie [F]down (to lie down) yes to lie [C]down (to lie down)
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I'll find me a good place to lie [G]down
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Have a [C]feast here tonight while the moon's shinin' bright
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and find me a [G]good place to lie [C]down
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Now I'm [C]going down the track with a coat ripped up my back
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and the sole on my shoes are nearly [G]gone
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Just a [C]little ways ahead there's an old farmer's shed
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and that's where I'll [G]rest my weary [C]bones
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Weary [F]bones (weary bones) my lazy [C]bones (my lazy bones)
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Yeah that's where I'll rest my weary [G]bones
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Just a [C]little ways ahead there's an old farmer's shed
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and that's where I'll [G]rest my weary [C]bones
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Now there's a [C]rabbit in a log and I ain't got my dog
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How will I get him, I [G]know
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Oh, I'll [C]get me a briar and I'll twist it in his hair
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and that's how I'll [G]get him, I [C]know
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I [F]know (I know) yes I [C]know (I know)
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That's how I'll get him, I [G]know
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Oh, I'll [C]get me a briar and I'll twist it in his hair
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and that's how I'll [G]get him, I [C]know
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{composer: The Longest Johns}
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[Am]Watch that old [C]fire as it [G]flickers and [Am]dies
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That [C]once blessed the [G]household and [D]lit up our lives
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It [C]shone for the [G]friends and the [D]clinking of [Am]glasses
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame, you can [G]worship the [Am]ashes
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[Am]Capture the [C]wild things and [G]bring them in [Am]line
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And [C]own what was [G]never your [D]right to confine
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The [C]lives and the [G]loves and the [D]songs are what [Am]matters
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame, you can [G]worship the [Am]ashes
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[Am]Do you feel [C]heavy? Your [G]eyes drop with [Am]grief
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Your [C]spirit is [G]wild and your [D]suffering is brief
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So [C]never you [G]buckle and [D]bend to the [Am]masses
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame, you can [G]worship the [Am]ashes
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[Am]Get round the [C]fire with a [G]glass of strong [Am]ale
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And [C]tell us a [G]story from [D]beyond the pale
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[C]Bury some [G]seeds and [D]expect some strong [Am]branches
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame, you can [G]worship the [Am]ashes
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Now [Am]show me a [C]man that can [G]meet all his [Am]needs
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For [C]what we need [G]most now is [D]unity's seed
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A [C]common old [G]song for all [D]creeds and all [Am]classes
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame, you can [G]worship the [Am]ashes
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame...
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[Am]What will we [C]do when the [G]world it is [Am]ending
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And [C]time it is [G]halted for [D]friend and for foe?
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[C]Try to hold [G]on to the [D]time as it [Am]passes
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame, you can [G]worship the [Am]ashes
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame, you can [G]worship the [Am]ashes
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I'll [Am]tend to the [C]flame, you can [G]worship the [Am]ashes
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{title: Oak & Ash & Thorn}
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{composer: The Longest Johns}
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{c: Intro: Am}
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Of [Am]all the trees that grow so fair, old England to adorn,
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[FM7/C]Greater are none beneath the sun than [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
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Sing [Am]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
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All on a midsummer's [Em]morn.
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[FM7/C]Surely we'll sing of no little thing
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In [G]Oak, and Ash, and [Am]Thorn.
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{eoc}
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[Am]Yew that is old, in churchyard mould, he breedeth a mighty bow
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Alder for shoes do wise men choose, and Beech for cups also
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But when you have killed, and your bowl it is filled, and your shoes are clean outworn
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[FM7/C]Back you must speed for all that you need to [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
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{soc}
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Sing [Am]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
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All on a midsummer's [Em]morn.
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[FM7/C]Surely we sing of no little thing
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In [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
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{eoc}
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{c: Repeat chorus, playing Am on last "Thorn"}
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[Am]Elm, she hates mankind and waits, til every gust be laid,
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To [FM7/C]drop a limb on the head of him that [G]anyway trusts her shade,
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But [Am]whether a lad be sober or sad, or mellow with ale from the horn,
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He'll [FM7/C]take no wrong when he lyeth along 'neath [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn
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{soc}
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Sing [Am]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
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All on a midsummer's [Em]morn.
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[FM7/C]Surely we sing of no little thing
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In [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
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{eoc}
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{c: Repeat chorus, playing Am on last "Thorn"}
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Oh, [Am]do not tell the priest our plight, for he would call it a sin,
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But [Am]we've been out in the woods all night, a-conjuring summer in,
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We [Am]bring you good news by word of mouth, good news for cattle and corn
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[Am]Sure as the sun come up from the south, by Oak, and Ash, and [D]Thorn.
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{soc}
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Sing [Am]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, good sirs,
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All on a midsummer's [Em]morn.
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[FM7/C]Surely we sing of no little thing
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In [G]Oak, and Ash, and Thorn.
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{eoc}
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{c: Play x4 total, playing Am on very last "Thorn"}
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{c: In DADGAD, the chords are fingered as follows}
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{c: Am Em F G D}
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{c: 0 0 0 0 0}
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{c: 0 0 0 0 0}
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{c: 2 0 0 0 2}
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{c: 2 2 0 0 4}
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{c: 0 2 3 5 0}
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{c: X 2 3 5 0}
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