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I Don't Think About Him No More Intro: A A7 D F E
AYou know, I don't F#mthink much aDbout him no Amore And seldom if F#mever does Bhe cross my Emind AYesterday's F#mgone, Dfor it's better forAgotten Like the poison red F#mberries to Edie, on the Avine
Intro This morning at dawn, Lord, I pulled into town Had some coffee and talked with some old friends of mine Laughing at the good times they remembered And then I remembered a time D E A Bb
BbLord I can still Gmsee the D#bright lights back in DaBbllas As yesterday Gmmoves like a Cdream through my Fmind BbI didn't supGmpose that I'd D#ever forBbget him And you Gmknow it took Csuch a long Ftime
But I don't think much about him no more Seldom if ever does he cross my mind Yesterday's gone, Lord it's better forgotten It's like the poison red berries that clings to the mind by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com