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[Verse]
F C F
There is a spring, not far from here
C F
The water runs both sweet and clear
Dm Bb
Both sweet and clear, and cold:
C
Could crack your bones
Bb F
With veins of gold
C F
I stood, a-wagging, at the tap;
C F
Just a-waiting on the lagging, rising sap
Bb G
I held the cold tin ladle to my lip
C
At the Shrine of the Thousand Arms
Bb F
I lowered my eyes to sip
[Chorus]
G Cm G Cm
What a beautiful day to catch my drift
Bb Ab Bb Eb
Or be caught up in it
Ab G F
You want your love, Love?
Bb G
Come and get your love;
C
I only took it back
Bb F
Because I thought you didn't
[Verse]
C
How my ears did ring
F
At the municipal pound
C
From that old hangdog
F
To which I was bound:
Dm
Curled 'round the bottom rung
Bb
Doesn't anybody want you?
C
Well, come on, darlin
Bb F
I could use someone like you around
C F
I am not like you, I ain't from this place
C
And I do reserve the right
F
To repeat all my same mistakes
Dm
And, in the night, like you
Bb
I certainly bite and chew
C
What I can find
Bb F
And never seem to lose the taste
[Chorus]
G Cm G Cm
What a horrible face I feel me make
Bb Ab Bb Eb
For Pete's sake
Ab G F
What you have told me, I cannot erase!
C
(Though I keep on saying
Bb F
And I do believe, it is not too late)
[Bridge]
Am Eb F Cm
All day, you're hassling me with trifles:
Am Eb F Cm Bb
Black nose of the dog, as cold as a rifle
A G
Indicating, with a nudge
F Eb Bb G
God, No God. God, No God
A G
Sweet, appraising eye of the dog
F Eb
Blink once if god
Bb G
Twice if no god
Cm G Cm
My mama may be ashamed of me
Bb Ab Bb Eb
With all of my finery:
Ab
Carrying on
G F
Whooping it up till the early morn
C
Lost and lorn
Bb F
Among the madding revelry!
C
Sure, I can pass
F
Honey, I can pass
C F
Particularly when I start to tip my glass
Dm
I'll be a sport
Bb
And have a go at that old song
Singing unabashed, about
C
'Them city girls
Bb
With their ribbon bows
F
And their fancy sash...'
[Outro]
Dm
But, though I get so sad
(could swear the night
Bb
Makes a motion to claim me
C
Around that second verse)
Bb
I reckon I've felt worse
F
And still held fast
C
But, later on, when I am alone
F
Alone at last
C
Well I take my god to task
F
I take my god to task
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