Come To The Bower chords and lyrics - ED MCCURDY

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
[D]Kind friends, you must listen
to [G]my sorry [D]tale
I'm an object of pity,
I'm looking quite [A]stale
I [G]give up my [D]trade,
selling [A]rights, patent pill[D]s
To go searchin' for gold
on the [G]dreary black [D]hills.[G][D]
I got to Wyoming,
no [G]gold could I [D]find.
I thought of the lunch route
I'd left far be[A]hind.
Through [G]rain, hail, and [D]snow,
froze [A]plumb to the [D]gills.
They call me the orphan
of the [G]dreary Black [D]Hill.[G][D]
The roundhouse in Cheyenne
is [G]filled every [D]night
With loafers and bummers
of most every [A]plight.
On their [G]backs is no [D]clothes,
in their [A]pockets no [D]bills.
Each day they keep startin'
for the [G]dreary black [D]hills.[G][D]
Oh, don't go away.
Stay at [G]home if you can[D].
Stay away from that city
they call it Chey[A]enne.
Rail[G]road speculat[D]ors,
their [A]pockets you'll fill
[D]If you'd go for gold
on the [G]dreary black hill.

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