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CmWell she'd F♯mhad twenty years when she Cmturned to her mother Sayin', "MF♯mother I know that you'll gCmrieve. But I've Egiven my F♯msoul to ASt. John The CmGambler And tomorrow comes Etime to lA♭eave, For the F♯mhills cannot hold back my Cmsorrow forever And F♯mdead men lie deep 'round the Cmdoor Of the onEly salvaF♯mtion that's miAne for the asCmkin' So mother think Gmon me no Cmmore." And winter howled high 'round the mountain's breast, And the cold of a thousand snows Lay heaped upon the forest's sleep She dressed in Calico. For a gambler likes his women fancy, Fancy she would be And the fire of her longing would keep 'way the cold, and her dress was a sight to see. But the road was long beneath her feet, She followed her frozen breath In search of a certain St. John The Gambler, Stumbling to her death. She heard his laughter right down from the mountain, And danced with her mother's tears To a funeral drone of Calico, 'neath a cross of twenty years. To a funeral drone of Calico, 'neath a cross of twenty years.Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
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