v = vibrato 

Intro: 

this, 
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B-------------7v------------5v----------3-----0---------3v-| 
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then this. 
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B-----------7--------------5--------------3-----0---------3v-| 
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A------------------------------------------------------------| 
D--0------0-------0------0-------0------0-------0------------| 


Verse: 

keep going with this, 
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D-----0-0-----0-0----0-0-----0-0----0-0-----0-0-----0--------|  x2 
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then: 
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G----2-------2------2-------2-----------------------|  x3 
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Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life, 
the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife. 
He was tired of bein' poor, 
and he wasn't into sellin' door to door, 
and he worked like the devil to be more. 
(intro) 
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so; 
night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know, 
why am I so alone? 
Where is my woman, can I bring her home? 
Have I driven her away? Is she gone? 
(intro) 
Morning comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed. 
I see it is empty and there's devils in my head. 

I embrace the many-colored beast. 
I grow weary of the torment can there be no peace? 
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.