Townes van Zandt - Saint john the gambler

^AmWell she ^Dmhad twenty years when she ^Amturned to her mother Sayin', &q^Dmuot;Mother I know that yo^Amu'll grieve, but ^CI've give^Dmn my sou^Fl to St. John^Am The Gambler Tomorrow comes ^Ctime to l^Ameave. Well the ^Dmhills cannot hold back my ^Amsorrow forever ^DmDead men lie deep 'round my d^Amoor, the ^Conly sal^Dmvation that's ^Fmine for the ^Amaskin' So mother think ^Emon me no ^Ammore." The w^Dminter howled high 'round the m^Amountain's breast, and the ^Dmcold of a thousand ^Amsnows Lay h^Ceaped u^Dmpon the ^Fforest s^Amleep. She dressed^C in C^Amalico. For a ^Dmgambler likes his ^Amwomen fancy, ^Dmfancy she would^Am be And the ^Cfires of her ^Dmlonging would ^Fkeep 'way the ^Amcold, and her dress was^Em a sight t^Amo see. But the ^Dmroad was long be^Amneath her feet, she ^Dmfollowed her frozen ^Ambreath In ^Csearch of a c^Dmertain St. ^FJohn The ^AmGambler, stumbled t^Co her ^Amdeath. And she ^Dmheard his laughter right ^Amdown from the mountain, ^Dmdanced with her mother's ^Amtears To a ^Cfuneral ^Dmdrone of C^Fali^Amco, 'neath a cross of ^Emtwenty y^Amears. To a funeral d^Dmrone of ^FCal^Amico, 'neath a cross of ^Emtwenty ^Amyears.