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WE CAME ALONG THIS ROAD
AmI left by the Fmaj7back door G7With my wife’s Dmlover's smoking gun AmI don’t know what I was Fmaj7hoping for G7I hit the road at a Dmrun AmI was your Fmaj7lover G7I was your mCan AmThere never was no Fmaj7other G7I was your fDmriend Till we came along this Croad Till we came along this Groad Till we came along this Amroad
AmI ain’t sent you no Fmaj7letters, Ma G7But I’m looking Dmquite a trip AmThe world spinning Fmaj7beneath me, Ma G7Guns blazing at myDm hip AmYou were my Fmaj7lover G7You were my Cfriend AmThere never was no Fmaj7other G7On whom I could dDmepend Then we came along this Croad We came along this Groad We came along this Amroad