Townes van Zandt - St john the gambler

^AmWell she ^Dmhad twenty years when she ^Amturned to her mother Sayin', "M^Dmother I know that you'll g^Amrieve, but I've g^Civen my s^Dmoul to S^Ft. John The G^Amambler Tomorrow comes ^Ctime to l^Ameave.

Well the h^Dmills cannot hold back my s^Amorrow forever D^Dmead men lie deep 'round my d^Amoor, of 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 c^Dmold of a thousand s^Amnows Lay h^Ceaped up^Dmon the f^Forest sl^Ameep. She dr^Cessed in ^AmCalico.

For a g^Dmambler likes his ^Amwomen fancy, f^Dmancy she would ^Ambe And the f^Cires of her l^Dmonging would k^Feep 'way the ^Amcold, and her dress was a ^Emsight to s^Amee.

But the r^Dmoad was long ben^Ameath her feet, she f^Dmollowed her frozen b^Amreath In s^Cearch of a c^Dmertain St. J^Fohn The G^Amambler, st^Cumbled^Am to her death.

And she h^Dmeard his laughter right d^Amown from the mountain, and it d^Dmanced with her mother's t^Amears To a f^Cuneral d^Dmrone of C^Fali^Amco, 'neath a cross of ^Emtwenty y^Amears.

To a funeral d^Dmrone of C^Fali^Amco, 'neath a cross of ^Emtwenty ^Amyears.