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LAm REm LAm
Well she had twenty years when she turned to her mother
REm LAm DO REm FA LAm
Sayin', "Mother I know that you'll grieve, but I've given my soul to St. John The Gambler
DO LAm REm LAm
Tomorrow comes time to leave. Well the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
REm LAm DO REm FA LAm
Dead men lie deep 'round my door, the only salvation that's mine for the askin'
MIm LAm
So mother think on me no more."
REm LAm REm LAm
The winter howled high 'round the mountain's breast, and the cold of a thousand snows
DO REm FA LAm DO LAm
Lay heaped upon the forest sleep. She dressed in Calico.
REm LAm REm LAm
For a gambler likes his women fancy, fancy she would be
DO REm FA LAm MIm LAm
And the fires of her longing would keep 'way the cold, and her dress was a sight to see.
REm LAm REm LAm
But the road was long beneath her feet, she followed her frozen breath
DO REm FA LAm DO LAm
In search of a certain St. John The Gambler, stumbled to her death.
REm LAm REm LAm
And she heard his laughter right down from the mountain, danced with her mother's tears
DO REm FA LAm MIm LAm
To a funeral drone of Calico, 'neath a cross of twenty years.
REm FA LAm MIm LAm
To a funeral drone of Calico, 'neath a cross of twenty years.
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