CHORD: :x20200 INTRO: VERSE ONE When she had twenty years...she turned to her mother Saying mother,...I know that you'll grieve But I've given my soul to St John The Gambler Tomorrow comes time leave. For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever And dead men lay deep round the door The only salvation thats mine for the asking So mother, think on me no more VERSE TWO And winter howled high round the mountains breast And the cold of a thousand snows Lay heaped upon the forests leaf But she dressed in cal -i -co. 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. VERSE THREE 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 mountains And danced with her mothers tears. To a funeral drone of cal-i-co. Neath the cross of twenty years TAGG To a funeral drone of ca-li-co end Neath the cross of twenty years

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