• Song:

    Saint John The Gambler

  • Artist:

    Townes Van Zandt

  • Album:

    Drama Falls Like Teardr...

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INTRO: A5 
VERSE ONE 
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When she had twenty years...she turned to her mother 
       D5                           A5   
Saying mother,...I know that you'll grieve 
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But I've given my soul to St John The Gambler 
A5             D5   A5   
Tomorrow comes time leave. 


        D5                               A5                   
For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever 
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And dead men lay deep round the door 
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The only salvation thats mine for the asking 
                 G5        A5 
So mother, think on me no more 

VERSE TWO 
    D5                                     A5  
And winter howled high round the mountains breast 
        D5                 A5  
And the cold of a thousand snows 
    C5      D5        F5      A5 
Lay heaped upon the forests leaf 
        A5         D5     A5 
But she dressed in cal -i -co. 


      D5                      A5  
For a gambler likes his women fancy 
D5                 A5   
...,Fancy she would be 
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And the fire of her longing would keep way the cold 
        A5          G5       A5 
And her dress was a sight to see. 

VERSE THREE 
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But the road was long beneath her feet. 
     D5                 A5  
She followed her frozen breath. 
    C5          D5      F5           A5 
In search of a certain St John The Gambler 
A5        D5      A5  
Stumbling to her death 


    D5                                     A5   
She heard his laughter right down from the mountains 
    D5                      A5   
And danced with her mothers tears. 
     C5       D5       F5    A5 
To a funeral drone of cal-i-co. 
          A5       E5  A5  
Neath the cross of twenty years 

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     C5       D5       F5    A5 
To a funeral drone of ca-li-co 
                   G5      A5     end 
Neath the cross of twenty years
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