# From: booker@elvice.ib.stortek.com (Sam Booker) Subject: PRO:album_lost_dogs_mixed_blessings by john prine Date: Wed, 14 Feb 1996 13:24:14 -0700 (MST)

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Title: "Lost Dogs And Mixed Blessings" Album Title: John Prine # # # Chords and enhancements by Sam Booker (booker@elvice.stortek.com) # Initial Chords: # "New Train" by pac@netcom.com (Paul Clanon) # "This Love is Real" and "Day is Done" # by klein@convex.com (Dave Klein) # #---------------------------------------------------------------------

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# Title: New Train Subtitle: (John Prine) # D A E A #

^AFull blown silence in an e^Dmpty room A former bride and a fo^Armer groom A folding table and a fo^Elding chair A folded hand of p^Aoker there All new directions must go e^Dverywhere Big round people in a c^Aool little square You can't cut it with a b^Eoat or a plane Man, it's gonna take a n^Dew t^Arain

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^A('Cause) You'll be leaving on a n^Dew train Far away from this w^Aorld of pain And when you look out your wi^Endow you'll see Your home, your baby, and your fa^Amily No melted ice cubes in a pa^Dper cup Hell, you'll be happy, you'll be a^All shook up The friends that greet you will be s^Eimple and plain When you step down from that n^Dew tr^Aain eoc:

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^ACollected volumes of hi^Dstory say Man makes mistakes most ev^Aery day The half a pound of ch^Eopped ground round Is still a burger when it g^Aoes downtown No faded photographs of yes^Dterdays Are in the books that I r^Aead these days To fly away from that me^Emory town You must keep both your f^Aeet on the ground

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^AI'll be leaving on a n^Dew train Far away from this wo^Arld of pain The friends that greet me will be si^Emple and plain When I step down from that n^Dew t^Arain N^Dew tr^Aain N^Dew tr^Aain

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# Title: Ain't Hurtin' Nobody Subtitle: (John Prine) # C #

^CI'm walkin' down the street Like Lucky Larue G^Fot my hand in my pocket I'm thinkin' 'bout you I ain't ^Churtin' nobody ^G I ain't hurtin' no ^Cone

Th^Cere's three hundred men In the state of Tennessee ^FThey're waiting to die They won't never be free I ain't hu^Crtin' nobody G I ain't hurtin' no o^Cne

S^Gix million seven hundred thousand And thirty-three li^Fghts ^Con ^GYou think someone could take the time To sit down and listen to the words of ^Fmy s^Cong

^CAt the beach in Indiana I was nine years old ^FHeard Little Richard singing "Tutti Frutti" >From the top of a telephone pole I wasn't hu^Crtin' nobody G I wasn't hurtin' no o^Cne

T^Chere's roosters laying chickens And chickens layin' eggs ^FFarm machinery eating People's arms and legs I ain't hu^Crtin' nobody G I ain't hurtin' no o^Cne

^GPerfectly crafted popular hit songs never use The wr^Fong rh^Cyme Y^Gou'd think that waitress could get my order Right the f^First t^Cime

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S^Che's sitting on the back steps Just shucking that corn ^FThat gal's been grinning Since the day she was born She ain't hu^Crtin' nobody G She ain't hurtin' no o^Cne

^CI used to live in Chicago Where the cold wind blows ^FI delivered more junk mail Than the junkyard would hold I wasn't hu^Crtin' nobody G I wasn't hurtin' no o^Cne

^GYou can fool some of the people part of the time In a rock and r^Foll s^Cong ^GFifty million Elvis Presley Fans Can't be ^Fall wr^Cong

^CI'm walkin' down the street Like Lucky Larue ^FGot my hand in my pocket, Baby I'm thinkin' 'bout you I ain't hu^Crtin' nobody G I ain't hurtin' no o^Cne I ain't hu^Crtin' nobody^G I ain't hurtin' no o^Cne ^C ^F Hu^Crtin' nobody ^G Hurtin' no o^Cne ^C ^F Hu^Crtin' nobody ^G Hurtin' no o^Cne ^C ^F Hu^Crtin' nobody ^G Hurtin' no o^Cne (Fade)

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# Title: All The Way With You Subtitle: (John Prine/Gary Nicholson) # A F#m D E A #

^ALove Gives. ^F#mLove Takes. It t^Dakes a lot of lu^Acky breaks E L^Aucky Strikes. ^F#mLucky stars I d^Don't know how I g^Aot this far E W^Dho knows where it's ^Ecoming from Or w^Ahere it's going ^Dto Can I go a^Ell the way with y^Aou'

Y^Aou have your way. Y^F#mou have your doubts The ^Dfalling in. The f^Aalling out. E A b^Aridge is built. A br^F#midge is burned. Till you r^Deach the point of n^Ao return E D^Don't know where we're c^Eoming from Or w^Ahere we're going ^Dto Can I go ^Eall the way with y^Aou'

H^Eeaven knows that this ain't n^Dothing ^Anew G^Eod knows how much ^DI l^Aove you E

L^Aove comes. L^F#move goes. ^DCan I go a^Ell the way with y^Aou' C^Dan I go ^E(tacet) all the way with y^Aou'

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# Title: We Are The Lonely Subtitle: (John Prine/Gary Nicholson) # G C C7 G C C7 G C C7 G C C7 #

D^Gown the hall upstairs from from me^C ^C7 There's ^Ga girl I swear I never see^C ^C7 I h^Gear the ringing of her phone^C ^C7 She m^Gust live up there all alone^C ^C7 She h^Gangs her clothes out on the line^C ^C7 They're h^Ganging there right next to mine^C ^C7 And i^Gf the wind should blow just right^C ^C7 She co^Guld be in my arms tonight^C ^C7

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We are the lo^Fnely - all to^Ggether All to^Fgether - we're all a^Glone We are the lo^Fnely - all to^Ggether All t^Fogether - we're all al^Gone eoc:

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The ca^Gshier at the Pump & Pay^C ^C7 Knows e^Gverything's gonna be okay^C ^C7 The a^Gll night all right Rent-A-Cop^C ^C7 Is a^Gcross the street at the Donut Shop^C ^C7 The w^Gaitress waits with Whiskey Sour^C ^C7 At the Si^Gngle Mingle Happy Hour^C ^C7 The o^Gne man band begins to sing^C ^C7 Acc^Gompanied by a drum machine^C ^C7

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^GWhite divorced swinging male^C ^C7 Seeks co^Gmpany to no avail^C ^C7 ^GWorthless ruthless toothless man^C ^C7 Wants we^Galthy woman with a plan^C ^C7 ^GSWF with a PHD^C ^C7 Seeks T^GLC at the A&P^C ^C7 ^GGWM nice and trim^C ^C7 Seeks S^G-E-X at the G-Y-M^C ^C7 ^GUgly man treats girls like dirt^C ^C7 Wants b^Guttons sewn upon his shirt^C ^C7 ^GDUI at the B-A-R^C ^C7 Seeks ^GM-A-N with C-A-R^C ^C7

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^G ^C ^C7Alone Alone Alone Alone.... ^GToothy gal with breasts so large^C ^C7 Takes V^Gisa Amex Master Charge^C ^C7 Dial ^G1-900 Girls for Fun^C ^C7 You lo^Gnely little hot dog bun.^C ^C7 ^GStraight but curious thirty-three^C ^C7 Seeks sur^Gvivor of Wounded Knee.^C ^C7 ^GFarmer's nympho daughter Mose^C ^C7 ^GWant to do it till the cows come home^C ^C7 Fade...

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# Title: Lake Marie Subtitle: (John Prine) # G C D G C D #

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We were sta^Gnding C ^DStanding by peaceful wa^Gters C ^DStanding by peaceful wa^Gters ^CWhoa Wah Oh ^DWha ^GOh C
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G C D G # Many years ago along the Illinois-Wisconsin Border There was this Indian tribe They found two babies in the woods White babies One of them was named Elizabeth She was the fairer of the two While the smaller and more fragile one was named Marie Having never seen white girls before And living on the two lakes known as the Twin Lakes They named the larger and more beautiful Lake Lake Elizabeth And thus the smaller lake that was hidden from the highway Became known forever as Lake Marie Many years later I found myself talking to this girl Who was standing there with her back turned to Lake Marie The wind was blowing especially through her hair There was four italian sausages cooking on the outdoor grill And they were ssssssssizzlin' Many years later we found ourselves in Canada Trying to save our marriage and perhaps catch a few fish Whatever came first That night she fell asleep in my arms Humming the tune to "Louie Louie' Aah baby, We gotta go now. The dogs were barking as the cars were parking The loan sharks were sharking the narcs were narcing Practically everyone was there In the parking lot by the forest preserve The police had found two bodies Nay, naked bodies Their faces had been horribly disfigured by some sharp object Saw it on the news The tv news in a black and white video Do you know what blood looks like in a black and white video' Shadows, Shadows that's what it looks like All the love we shared between her and me was slammed Slammed up against the banks of Old Lake Marie Marie
We were sta^Gnding C ^DStanding by peaceful wa^Gters ^DStanding by peaceful wa^Gters W^Choa Wah ^DOh Wha ^GOh W^Choa Wah ^DOh Wha ^GOh W^Choa Wah ^DOh Wha ^GOh Pe^Caceful waters D St^Ganding by peaceful waters C D Aah b^Gaby, w^Ce gotta go now D ^G ^C ^D ^G(Repeat and Fade....)
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# Title: Humidity Built The Snowman Subtitle: (John Prine) # A E A E A E A E #
D^Aoes he still think about h^Eer ^AWhy there was never really any do^Eubt E^Avery time he lights a can^Edle ^AOr blows a candle o^Eut ^DThe scientific n^Eature of the ord^Ainary m^Dan Is to ^Ago on out and ^Edo the best you c^Aan

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I ^Ddon't think that you know That ^AI think you don't know That o^Dld barometer goes crazy baby Every t^Aime it starts to s^Enow ^AYou won't find me walking ^DRound your part of town Humdity built the sno^Awman Su^Enshine brought him d^Aown

^AE>eoc:A>E> # ^AThis world is full of pe^Eople ^AThey never seem to fa^Ell ^ASomebody said they s^Eeen you ^AYou hadn't changed at a^Ell T^Dhe fundamental st^Eory Of the c^Aontemporary m^Dan Is to w^Aalk away and so^Emeday unde^Arstand
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The s^Dcientific na^Eture of the or^Adinary m^Dan Is ^Ato go on out and ^Edo the best you c^Aan

Hum^Ddity built the sn^Aowman ^E(tacet) Sunshine brought him d^Aown ^A ^E ^A ^E Brought him d^Aown ^A ^E ^A ^E Brought him do^Awn ^A ^E (Repeat and Fade...)
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# Title: Day is Done Subtitle: (John Prine/Gary Nicholson) # G D A D G D A D #
^GDo you like me' Well I h^Dope you do, Cause if y^Aou like me, then I think I'm gonna have to l^Dike you too. W^Ge'll sh^Gare our things, and h^Dave some fun, Then we'll s^Aay goodbye, and go back home when the d^Day is done.

If y^Gou tell me, I'll te^Dll you too. And we'll s^Aay the things and do the things that lo^Dvers do. We'll keep it ^Gto ourselves, we won't h^Durt no one. Then we'll s^Aay goodbye, and go back home when the d^Day is done.

We'll ^Gcarve our names, o^Dn a tree, Then we'll b^Aurn it down so no one in the wo^Drld will see. And we^G'll make love, while we wa^Dtch the flame Then we'll w^Aalk away as if we never h^Dad no shame.
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Now ^Gwe must hide, to b^De alone, And we c^Aan't say our sweet things on the te^Dlephone. If w^Ge can't stop, what we^D've begun, We should s^Aay goodbye and go back home when the d^Day is done.

Do you st^Gill like me' Well I h^Dope you do. Cause if you st^Aill like me then I think I'm gonna have to st^Dill like you. We ^Gshared our things, and h^Dad some fun Now, we'll s^Aay goodbye and go back home when the d^Day is done. Yeah, we'll s^Aay goodbye and go back home while w^De still have one. Let's s^Aay goodbye, and go back home now the d^Day is done.
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# Title: Quit Hollerin' At Me Subtitle: (John Prine/Gary Nicholson) # F#m #
^F#mI don't want your big French Fry I don't want your car I don't want to buy no soap >From no washed-up movie star Y^Bmou are so much louder Than the show I wanna hear With your s^F#mugarless gum Gee, but I'm dumb Non-alcoholic beer It's en^Bmough to make a grown man Blow ^Eup his own TV Quit hollerin' at ^F#mme Quit hollerin' at me

^F#mI heard you the first time I heard myself say Seems like the little woman Is getting bigger every day Y^Bmou don't have to tell the neighbors A little silence ain't no sin They^F#m already think my name is Where in the hell you been' Lo^Bmuder, louder, louder, louder, lo^Euder Constantly Quit hollerin' at ^F#mme Quit hollerin' at me W^Bmhoa oh whoa ^Eoh S^Bmweet Ser^F#menity W^Bmhoa oh whoa ^Eoh Q^Bmuit hollerin' at ^F#mme Quit hollerin' at me

^F#mAin't it great at the end of the day When there ain't no sound around Just me and the fence post Staring each other down ^BmNothing but a big bunch of nothing Driving me insane Cause there a^F#min't no voice that's louder Than the one inside my brain H^Bmey you go on Go ^Eon and let me be Quit hollerin' at ^F#mme Quit hollerin' at me W^Bmhoa oh whoa oh Sw^Bmeet Ser^F#menity W^Bmhoa oh whoa oh Quit hollerin' at ^F#mme Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me Quit hollerin' at me

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# Title: Big Fat Love Subtitle: (John Prine/Gary Nicholson) # A D A D A D A D #
^AIt stated out ^D ^AWhen she was small ^D ^AShe was premature D ^AShe wasn't nothing at all ^D ^ATwo pounds six ounces D ^AA little pumpkin seed D ^ABut she got more love D ^AThan you ever gonna need D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D A D

^AShe don't eat enough D ^ATo keep her alive D ^AWhen she bends over D ^AShe's a quarter to five D ^ASkinny little thing D ^ABut she ain't afraid D ^ATo dance the watusi D ^AOn a razorblade D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D A D A D
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^ATiny little hands D ^ATiny little nose D ^ATiny little footsteps D ^AWherever she goes D ^ALittle bit don't leave D ^ANo bathtub ring D ^AYou pull the plug D ^AShe's down the drain D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D B^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave G D
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^ABigger than me D ^ABigger than you D ^ABigger than the hippo D ^ADown at the zoo D ^AThin is in D ^AStout is out D ^ABig fat love D ^AIs what I'm talking about D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D B^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D She got b^Gig f^Dat lo^Ave D
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# Title: Same Thing Happened To Me Subtitle: (John Prine/Gary Nicholson)
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M^Eoonlight shining on the back of my hand Cat Fight rattlin' the garbage can L^Aooks like somethin' chased you up a tr^Eee S^B7ame thing, same thing happened to ^Eme

W^Eild wind blowing down the neck of my shirt Old men sitting on a bench in the dirt Se^Aems like another ship has gone out to s^Eea S^B7ame thing, same thing happened to ^Eme
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S^Ehoe shine someone's got to tell ya the news A fine line separates a boy from the blues L^Aooks like you could use some comp^Eany S^B7ame thing, same thing happened to ^Eme

^ERunnin', runnin' just as fast as I can Someone, someone take a hold of my hand ^ALooks like somethin' chased you up a t^Eree ^B7Same thing, same thing happened to ^Eme ^B7Same thing, same thing happened to ^Eme
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# Title: This Love Is Real Subtitle: (John Prine/Lee Clayton) # D #
^DI can taste your li^Apstick in the w^Dine, ^GI can feel your h^Aeartbeat close to m^Dine. W^Gith your love wrapped a^Around me, I'm ^Dsile^Cnt and st^Gill. C G C G I ^Gknow that t^Ahis love is r^Deal.

^DI have tasted other l^Aips I thought were t^Drue, I have lo^Goked into the e^Ayes I thought were y^Dou. Now ^Gtouching j^Aust to touch, And fe^Deling j^Cust to f^Geel, C G C G I ^Gknow that th^Ais love is r^Deal.
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^BmSomeone should tell our dreams when love is g^Aone, ^BmWhile still in slumber, memories linger ^Aon ^BmSometimes I lie awake in bed till da^Awn, Thinking of y^Gou, now you're g^Aone

^DTender is the h^Aeart that sleeps in re^Dst, Te^Gnder is the h^Aope of tende^Drness L^Gove thy neighbor as thy^Aself And t^Dhou sh^Call not st^Geal ^C ^G ^C ^G I^G know that t^Ahis love is r^Deal. L^Gove thy neighbor as thy^Aself And t^Dhou sh^Call not st^Geal ^C ^G ^C ^G I^G know that t^Ahis love is r^Deal. ^G ^D #---------------------------------------------------------------- new_song:
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# Title: Leave The Lights On Subtitle: (John Prine/Howie Epstein/Phil Parlapiano/Joe Romersa) # E #
^EFeeling kind of boney On the telephoney Talking to Marconi Eating Rice-A-Roni ^ANominated for Tony For acting like a phoney ^EWatching Twilight Zoney On my forty-two inch Sony Th^B7is is just a long song It ain't no poem Le^Eave the lights on till you baby gets home.

^EIt's like sitting in the kitchen When the music's really bitchin' Your nose it starts to itchin' As you count your old age pension D^Aid I forget to mention The ride that I was hitchin' To the al^Euminum convention I had such good intentions Ke^B7ep you cotton pickin' fingers off my song poem And le^Eave the lights on till you baby gets home.

Le^Eave the lights on till you baby gets home. Leave the lights on till you baby gets home. Do^An't forget your toothbrush Your hairbrush and your comb L^Eeave the lights on till you baby gets home. Got a b^B7ig ol' dog A chrome crowbar I k^Eeep that mother humper in the back seat of my car E A E B7 A E

^EMe and Billy Shakespeare Stepped out to get a root beer We sat together so near People thought we were queer Pun^Actuated by the big scare We joined the Air Force right there To d^Eefend our country first class Who couldn't give a rat's ass Do^B7n't you tell me that the White House is my home Le^Eave the lights on till you baby gets home.

Le^Eave the lights on till you baby gets home. Leave the lights on till you baby gets home. Do^An't forget your toothbrush Your hairbrush and your comb Leave the lights on till you baby gets home. Got a b^B7ig ol' dog A big iron bar I k^Eeep that mother humper in the back seat of my car

^EIt's like kissing Greta Garbo With a mouth full of marbles A Like tr^Eying to cash a paycheck In the middle of a train wreck ^B7 Le^Eave the lights on Leave the lights on

^ELike trying to get aroundo In a car made of bondo ^A Like sp^Eeaking German lingo To a dog named Dingo^B7 - Plotz!! ^ELeave the lights on Leave the lights on

^ELike a french-fried quesadilla In a franchised pizzeria A ^ELeave the lights on Leave the lights on ^B7A big iron bar I k^Eeep that mother humper in the back seat of my car
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# Title: He Forgot It Was Sunday Subtitle: (John Prine) # #
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^GThe motel lights were blin^Ckin' On my ^Dchartreuse four-door ^GLincoln On the dock the fish were st^Cinkin' I simply ^Ddidn't have a ^Gcare. And the old men sit 'round the cr^Cacker barrels The chi^Dldren hum their Chri^Gstmas Carols The train tracks all run par^Callel But they'll^D all meet up o^Gne day

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On a ^Gdusty pew in a ves^Ctibule Sits the ^DDevil playing po^Gcket pool He's waiting for the ^Cnext poor ^Amfool Who for^Dgot that it was ^GSunday eoc:

^GWe used to tell each ot^Cher lies With our o^Drange plastic bu^Gtton eyes In a former life on a mo^Ctel chair I was Ch^Darlie Parker's Teddy B^Gear Yeah, me and Bird we'd s^Ctay up late I u^Dsed to watch him conte^Gmplate While his horn would sit by the wi^Cndow and wait Till it was t^Dime for him to b^Glow it

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^GThe only song I e^Cver knew Was Mo^Donlight Bay on the A^Gvenue These are tales from the De^Cvil's Chin Charlie, ^DI could've been a cont^Gender And the old men sit 'round the cr^Cacker barrels The ch^Dildren hum their Chr^Gistmas Carols The train tracks all run par^Callel But th^Dey'll all meet up one d^Gay

He for^Amgot that ^Dit was ^GSunday ^Am ^D ^G

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On a ^Gdusty pew in a ves^Ctibule Sits the ole Red ^DDevil playing po^Gcket pool He's waiting for the ^Cnext poor ^Amfool Who for^Dgot that it was ^GSunday

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And the old men why there're sittin' 'round their cracker barrels And the children yeah they're out hummin' those Christmas Carols And all those ole rusty train tracks They're running parallel But they'll all meet up one day (Fade...)
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# Title: I Love You So Much It Hurts Subtitle: (Floyd Tillman) # F B7 C A7 D7 G C G #
I love you ^Cso much it hurts me Darlin', th^Dat's why I'm so blue I'm so afr^Gaid to go to bed at night Afraid of losing y^Cou ^G I love you s^Co much it hurts me And there's no^Dthing I can do I want to h^Fold you, my d^B7ear Fore^Cver and e^A7ver I love you ^D7so much it hu^Grts me s^Co ^G
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I love you s^Co much it hurts me And there's no^Dthing I can do I want to h^Fold you, my d^B7ear Fore^Cver and e^A7ver I love you ^D7so much it hu^Grts me s^Co I want to h^Fold you, my d^B7ear Fore^Cver and e^A7ver I love you ^D7so much it hu^Grts me s^Co
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John Prine - Lost dogs