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A At the time I was G too young for the A men But A it's become much G clearer through the A years A We gathered G round the boy in his D army clothes Said goodCbye and his G mother shed her A tears
A Every day she G watched for the A postman But the A long awaited G letter was overAdue A It's not the G silence that Dmakes you crazy It's the C sound of a G heart breaking in A two
C Then it G came across the A ocean It was C hard to underGstand the awful A news C I don't know G why I still reAmember I C guess it's just the G Lake Placid A Blues A, G
A I turned 18 and G left that part of the A country A Went down on the G Padre Island A coast A Of all the G hard times I D still remember The repoCssession of the G guitar hurt the A most
I A often stood in G line outside the Amission And I A huddled there beGside them in the A rain A A priest came G to the door with D empty eyes I could C see he no G longer felt their A pain
C Some were G searchin' for forAgiveness And C others G only wanted A food I C needed G more than I could A ask for There is no C comfort with the G Lake Placid ABlues
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A It's hard to find good G friends in a A lifetime A You can usually G count 'em on one A hand I A shivered G by the fire and the D dawn was breakin' And I C scattered his G ashes on the A sand
And the G silver cranes came D over in A formation G In a sacred D manner they A flew G And I will D always reAmember The C sky, G the Lake Placid ABlues
A, G, A A, G, A A, G, A
C, G Lake Placid A Blues C, G, A C, G, A C, G, A C, G Lake Placid A Blues