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Ami, G, D, Ami
AmI have often told you stories Gabout the way AmI lived the life of a drifter Emwaiting for the day When I'd take your hand and sing you songs Then maybe you would say Come lay with me and love me and I would surely stay
D, CBut I Dfeel I'm growing Amolder Fand the Gsongs that I have Csung EEcho in the Amdistance like the Gsound Of a Cwindmill goin' F'round Emi, DmiI quess I'll always Embe A soldier of Amfortune
Ami, G, Ami, G, Ami, C, D, Ami Many times I've been a traveller I looked for something new In days of old When nights were cold I wondered without you But those days I thought my eyes Had see you standing near to blinders is confusing It shows that you're not here Now I feel I'm growing older and the songs that I have sung Echo in the distance Like the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I quess I'll always be A soldier of fortune Yes, I can hear the sound Of a windmill goin' 'round I quess I'll always be A soldier of fortune FI quess I'll always Emibe A soldier of A4fortuAne