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F5                          Bb5          F5
"Well if both of these horses just a lay up and die"
    G5          Eb5        Bb5              F5
He thinks to himself as he stares into the sun.
                                     Bb5            F5
His companion's been bleedin' and is weepin' to himself,
         G5          Eb5
Thinking "Oh my sweet Sue,
             Bb5          F5    Bb5 F5 G5 
Bb5 F5 (Play this part hard!)
I won't be a comin' home now."

As them train tracks keep runnin' up that ever gentle slope,
Margaret Anne hangs her head,
And just keeps wondering what's good.
Her companions been bleedin' and is weepin' to himself
Thinking "Oh my sweet Sue,
I won't be a comin' home now."

That day that the rain came and just rose the flag of war,
Mother Jones lays in bed, his children lyin' on the floor.
And she got by, standin' in the churchyard singing hallelujah,
Sweepin' out the bats from the bells of her voice.

F5   Bb5   F5
Who   is she?
G5       Eb5              Bb5              F5
I am the river and I will take you to the sea.
F5
And we got by,
Bb5                      F5
Floating, in the water singing, hallelujah,
G5              Eb5    Bb5
Waiting, on the Lord,
                 G5
To bring us back home.
                F5
You left us too soon,
F#5 G5                     F5
And I, I know what you'll do.


F#5 G5
    Someone knocks in the back at the door.
Oh, Why'd you come?
Were you lookin' for more?
       F5
Don't speak.

Then the sharp steel rattle of your head on the floor.
Oh, it got lost in the sound of the war.
Don't stay.

Someone knocks in the back at the door.
Oh, Why'd you come?
Were you lookin' for more?
Don't speak.

Then the sharp steel rattle of your head on the floor.
Oh, it got lost in the sound of the war.
Don't leave.

     A5                    G5
And, oh, you left us too soon.

            F5
Now there's two men ridin' up,
        Bb5            F5
Both wonderin' who is he.
         G5          Eb5               Bb5          F5
One says "Sir, I've observed you ridin' up behind'a me."
                                 Bb5            F5
Now them children hear em headed up around the bend,
         G5            Eb5                Bb5             F5
Crying, "Ma, best come on, here come our fathers back to bed."
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