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Saint John The Gambler by Townes Van Zandt
Saint John The Gambler
Am Dm Am
Well she had twenty years when she turned to her mother
Dm Am C Dm F Am
Sayin', "Mother I know that you'll grieve, but I've given my soul to St. John The Gambler
C Am Dm Am
Tomorrow comes time to leave. Well the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
Dm Am C Dm F Am
Dead men lie deep 'round my door, the only salvation that's mine for the askin'
Em Am
So mother think on me no more."
Dm Am Dm Am
The winter howled high 'round the mountain's breast, and the cold of a thousand snows
C Dm F Am C Am
Lay heaped upon the forest sleep. She dressed in Calico.
Dm Am Dm Am
For a gambler likes his women fancy, fancy she would be
C Dm F Am Em Am
And the fires of her longing would keep 'way the cold, and her dress was a sight to see.
Dm Am Dm Am
But the road was long beneath her feet, she followed her frozen breath
C Dm F Am C Am
In search of a certain St. John The Gambler, stumbled to her death.
Dm Am Dm Am
And she heard his laughter right down from the mountain, danced with her mother's tears
C Dm F Am Em Am
To a funeral drone of Calico, 'neath a cross of twenty years.
Dm F Am Em Am
To a funeral drone of Calico, 'neath a cross of twenty years.
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version 2
Cm F#m Cm
Well she'd had twenty years when she turned to her mother
F#m Cm
Sayin', "Mother I know that you'll grieve.
E F#m A Cm
But I've given my soul to St. John The Gambler
E G#(4)
And tomorrow comes time to leave,
F#m Cm
For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever
F#m Cm
And dead men lie deep 'round the door
E F#m A Cm
Of the only salvation that's mine for the askin'
Gm Cm
So mother think on me no more."
And winter howled high 'round the mountain's breast,
And the cold of a thousand snows
Lay heaped upon the forest's sleep
She dressed in Calico.
For a gambler likes his women fancy,
Fancy she would be
And the fire of her longing would keep 'way the cold,
and her dress was a sight to see.
But the road was long beneath her feet,
She followed her frozen breath
In search of a certain St. John The Gambler,
Stumbling to her death.
She heard his laughter right down from the mountain,
And danced with her mother's tears
To a funeral drone of Calico,
'neath a cross of twenty years.
To a funeral drone of Calico,
'neath a cross of twenty years.
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