Ian Hunter - 3000 miles from here

Fare thee ^Gwell, gentle maid, I'll ^Csee you on your ^Dway And the ^Gsun will rise to^Emmorrow and ^Amwash my sins away^Am/F# For I ^Gknow that I've abused you, but I ^Conly had a ^Dday And I ^Gknow that's why you ^Emleft me, in your ^Amown sad little way^Am/F# I am ^Ggone, disap^Dpeared But I ^Ghear a young dove ^Ccrying^Em/B three ^Amthousand ^Am/F#miles from ^Ghere^{C D}

Some would ^Gsay you were a loser, 'cause you ^Cplay a loser's ^Dgame But ^Gthen if I am a winner^Em, why ^Amthen am I so a^Am/F#shamed ^G If you hear a young dove crying, you'll ^Cknow it's me to ^Dblame For I ^Gnever got her ^Emnumber, I ^Amnever knew her ^Am/F#name Now she's ^Ggone, disap^Dpeared But I ^Ghear a young dove ^Ccrying^Em/B, three ^Amthousand ^Am/F#miles from ^Ghere