Some of the lyrics may be off as they were hard to hear.
Corrections encouraged.

Capo 5th fret

F(maj7)  C(maj7)

F             C               F          C
When I was a child, my mother said to me
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You can?t spend all your days alone In the shade of a cherry tree
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My brother cut the roof off a Lincoln, cause his doctor said lose some weight
F        C
And the tape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing,
C           F         G          C         F     C   C7
 as they drove from the garden state to the lights of the golden gate

F             C                                    G
I?ve been missing you, so listen, id like to ask you could you drive to town?
F             C                                    G
And I?ve been thinking about your Lincoln continental with the sunroof down


F                                          C                     F                   C
When the kid came down from Lennox, yeah, yawning was the talk of the town
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A real high roller, a self-promoter, said the band was the best around
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  C                C7
He said I got a little money from the performing; I bought a new suit and hat
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               C
I said, "Performing what?," you said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat."
F                     C              C7
I said, "Who the hell is that?"

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            G
But I can play a little old time fiddle; we can start a little country band.
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               G
And I was thinking in your Lincoln we can bum around the promise land

Am          C            Am               G
And the world will open up for us
Am          C            Am               G
at least I brought our broken cup(?)

F                             C              F                             C
Probation officer john Collins was a paranoid psychopath
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                   C             C7
He had to paint the fence by the roller rink for the committee of industrial trash
F                                                      C
You can?t find the business end of a rifle
F                                          C
You?re the devil from an Irish saint
F                          C                                           F          G      
  C
I said I got no cares in those affairs what I was, what I am, or ain't
  F                        C      C7
I got a lot of fence to paint

F                                          C                                       G
I've got no loving all because I got in from crossing lines
F                                          C                                       G
You got me thinking, even Lincoln, must have felt a little lost sometime

Am          C             Am              G
And the world will open up for us
Am          C             Am              G
at least I brought our broken cup(?)


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