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From: 
[email protected] (Paul McGinness)
Subject: CRDS: UnWED FATHERS (Prine)
The song is a 1-4-5 using very basic alternate bass picking.
Enjoy.   If you have any Prine or Steve Goodman in your
 puter please send them along....
                                 Unwed Fathers
                                 by John Prine
                                            
          In an Appalachian, Greyhound station
                                            
          She sits there waiting, in a family way
                                               
           Goodbye brother, Tell Mom I love her 
                                             
           Tell all the others, I ll write someday 
          Chorus:
                                           
          From an teenage lover, to an unwed mother
                                          
          kept undercovers, like some bad dream
                                                   
          While unwed fathers, they can t be bothered
                                                
          They run like water, through a mountain stream
                                                         
          In a cold and grey town, a nurse say s  Lay down 
                                                  
           This ain t no playground, and this ain t home 
                                              
          Someones children, out having children
                                         
          in a grey stone building, all al-one
          (Chorus)
                                                        
          Some where else bound, Smokey Mountain Greyhound
                                             
          She bows her head down, humming lullabys
                                                   
           Your daddy never, meant to hurt you ever 
                                                    
           he just don t live here, but you ve got his eyes 
          (Chorus)
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-Paul McGinness