Townes van Zandt - Saint john the gambler

^BmWell she ^Amhad twenty years when she ^Bmturned to her mother Sayin', &q^Amuot;Mother I know that yo^Bmu'll grieve, but ^GI've give^Amn my sou^Cl to St. John^Bm The Gambler Tomorrow comes ^Gtime to l^Bmeave. Well the ^Amhills cannot hold back my ^Bmsorrow forever ^AmDead men lie deep 'round my d^Bmoor, the ^Gonly sal^Amvation that's ^Cmine for the ^Bmaskin' So mother think ^Bmon me no ^Bmmore." The w^Aminter howled high 'round the m^Bmountain's breast, and the ^Amcold of a thousand ^Bmsnows Lay h^Geaped u^Ampon the ^Cforest s^Bmleep. She dressed^G in C^Bmalico. For a ^Amgambler likes his ^Bmwomen fancy, ^Amfancy she would^Bm be And the ^Gfires of her ^Amlonging would ^Ckeep 'way the ^Bmcold, and her dress was^Bm a sight t^Bmo see. But the ^Amroad was long be^Bmneath her feet, she ^Amfollowed her frozen ^Bmbreath In ^Gsearch of a c^Amertain St. ^CJohn The ^BmGambler, stumbled t^Go her ^Bmdeath. And she ^Amheard his laughter right ^Bmdown from the mountain, ^Amdanced with her mother's ^Bmtears To a ^Gfuneral ^Amdrone of C^Cali^Bmco, 'neath a cross of ^Bmtwenty y^Bmears. To a funeral d^Amrone of ^CCal^Bmico, 'neath a cross of ^Bmtwenty ^Bmyears.