ST. JOHN THE GAMBLER
Townes Van Zandt
capo: 4th fret
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Well she had twenty years when she turned to her mother
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Sayin', "Mother I know that you'll grieve,
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but I've given my soul to St. John The Gambler
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Tomorrow comes time to leave.
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Well the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
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Dead men lie deep 'round my door,
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of the only salvation that's mine for the askin'
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So mother think on me no more."
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The winter howled high 'round the mountain's breast,
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and the cold of a thousand snows
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Lay heaped upon the forest sleep.
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She dressed in Calico.
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For a gambler likes his women fancy,
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fancy she would be
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And the fires of her longing would keep 'way the cold,
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and her dress was a sight to see.
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But the road was long beneath her feet,
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she followed her frozen breath
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In search of a certain St. John The Gambler,
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stumbled to her death.
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And she heard his laughter right down from the mountain,
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and it danced with her mother's tears
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To a funeral drone of Calico,
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'neath a cross of twenty years.
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To a funeral drone of Calico,
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'neath a cross of twenty years.
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