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VERSE 1:
DWith his fool's gold stacked upAm all around Dhim From a killing in the marAmket on the Dwar
The cAhildren left king MGidas there, asD they fGound him In hDis counting house where Cnothing counts but mDore
CHORUS:
And he thought hAe heard the ecGho of aD penny whistle band And theA laughter from a distaGnt caraDvan
And the brigAhtly painted lineG of circus Dwagons iGn the sand DFading through theC door intBmo sumCmer D
VERSE 2:
DWell, its travel on to Am"maybe next year&quDot;'s places As a trade in for the nAmame upon the dDoor
And he paysA for it with yearGs he cannot buDy back with hGis tears As he fiDnds out there's been nCo one keeping scoDre
TO CHORUS ********Couldn't find this anywhere so i figured out the chords myself, sounds pretty accurate. Thanks!******