Tom: G

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All the things that they make you say

And all the love that you hide away

I'll pick you up and it'll be alright

I'll pick you up and it'll be tonight
G          Bm            F     G
She rode a horse into my head

She rode a horse into my head

She won't discipline the children
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And now they're running wild on the beach
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And I don't care, no I don't care...

It's the middle of the night and we're here

Playing dominos and drinking beer

I try to think of something deep to say

But my well is dipping dry today

She rode a horse...