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E5                     A5   B5                          E5 
He sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me  
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I was born and raised in my father's house  
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Can catching rain in the kitchen  
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He said a good song never comes to those who chase  
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It comes to those who listen  
 
And I'd listen to him  
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Waking up in the middle of the night  
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I know he thought we were sleeping  
            A5   E5            B5         E5 
And with an old melody and a guitar in hand  
      A5           E5            B5 
Somewhere between dreaming and weeping  
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He'd sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me  
  A5       E5           B5        E5 
I grew up quick in my father's house  
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Mama she gave him no daughters  
       F#5         E5        B5        E5 
Just a look in the eye of a woman in need  
      A5         E5          B5 
To be free of a love grown harder  
       F#5     E5         B5      E5 
So she hit the road in a Galaxy Ford  
A5               E5         B5 
The one that my daddy had bought her  
         F#5        E5          B5            C#5 
And she crossed the tracks and never looked back  
        A5         E5           B5 
She was hummin' a song he had taught her  
                       A5   B5                          E5 
She sang a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me  
 
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B5                  A5     E5            B5        E5 
There was this big black trunk in my father's house  
         A5            E5            B5 
Where he kept all the ledgers he'd write in  
      F#5        E5  B5              E5  
So  I broke into it before I moved out  
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To see if I could find out more about him  
           F#5     E5              B5          E5 
There were letters written, never sent to my mom  
A5                E5     B5 
It's a wonder it never killed him  
               F#5        C#5        B5   E5 
And there were lines, and songs, and poetry  
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Damn near as good as Hank Williams  
                   A5    B5                         E5 
Sing a walk on the wildside lasts a lifetime with me  
 
From Darrell Scott
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