John philip griffith

Lời & hợp âm

[Verse 1]
[C]He [G]was[C] a [Am]simpl[C]e[F][Gsus4][C]
man [Am]only [Gsus4]to a stra[C]nge[F]r.
[Gsus4]And the k[F]indness in [C]his eyes[G][Am]
[C]I s[F]till r[C]eme[Gsus4]m ber.[G]
Now that he is old,
They say he's [Gsus4]angry and he's cold,
That his soul [C]is dying.
[Am][Gsus4][Csus4][F]

[Verse 2]
[F]He's a wea[C]lthy man[Em]'s dre[Am]am,
[Gsus4]And he's a working[F]
man's [Csus4]dime.[C]
He [G]has stood [Am]in both men's [G]shoes
[F]In his own damn tim[G]e.
The hard times of the thirties
Still [F]linger in his mind
When he is [C]lonely.[Em][G][Am][G][C]
[F][G][C][Em][Am][C][F][Dm]
He's out there in [G]the cold,
Twenty years away from [Em]home.
Does he dream about his old home
[Am]In San [Dm]Antone?
He's often watched the highways,
But he's a [G]man of sixty- [F]five.
Where ain't a soul in El [Em]Paso
[G]Who would give an old drunk a ride.

[Verse 3]
[G]
Now, [C]he traded [G]in his
[Am]draf[Gsus4]tsman's pen
[F]For a fishing pole.
And his [C]mansion [G]on the [Am]hill
Is [G]an alley [F]in El Pas[G]o.
The anchors of the fifties
Still [F]hold to broken dreams
[Csus4]When his [C]sor[Em]rows [G]gro[Am]w.[G][C]
[F]

[Interlude 1]
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[Verse 4]
He's out there [Dm]in the co[G]ld,
Twenty years away from [Em]home.
Does he dream about his old home
In [Am]San A[Dm]ntone?
He's often watched the highways,
But he's a [G]man of sixty- [F]five.
There ain't a soul [Em]in El Paso
[Dm]Who [G]would give an old drunk a ride.

[Verse 5]
Now, [C]they tell [G]me that [Am]John Philip
[G]Loved [C]to [F]gamble in his day.
And he [C]burned [G]his [Am]bridges [C]well
When he [F]walked away.
[G]He closed those corporate doors,
Left [F]his children and his home
Now no one own[C]s h[G]im.

[Outro 1]
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