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CIt rained, it poured, raFined so hard, raAmined so hard all dEay
 CTill all the boys in oFur school caAmme out to taElk and pAmlay CTossed the ball agFain so high, tAmhen again so lEow Till it Cfell into a flFower gaDmrden where nAmo one’s aEllowed tAmo go When a tEipsy gypsy lady all dresAmsed in yelFlow and gAmreen
 Says, come hEere, come here my pretty little boy and Amget your bFall agEain No, I woCn’t come in I Dshan’t cDmome iAmn without Cmy playDmateEs all Gonna gCet my father and teDll him aDmbout it and thAmen the tEears shallAm fall
Well, fiErst she offered an apple sweet and Amthen a CtangerAmine
 Then she offerEed him a diamond that seemed toAm do the trick thatDm enticed him Ein Well, she tookC him by his lily-wDhite hanDmd and she Amled him thCrough theD halEl
 She tookC him to an uDpper rDmoom where noAm one could Dmhear him cEall
 No, not a soul Am F Dm E Am F E (There's an instrumental break here, these are the chords I play, you can play whatever)
CBury the Bible Fat my feet the tAmestament at my heEad If mCy dear father should caFll for Dmme won’t yoAmu tell him thaEt I aAmm dead CBury the Bible aFt my head
and the Amtestament at myE feet If mCy dear mother should caFll for Dmme won’t youAm tell her thatE I’Fm asleep (You could also end on an Am, or even a Dm, each has a different effect)