Hợp âm The More You Pay

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[Verse 1]
[Am]The auctioneer said,[D]
[Dm]I'm [D]not through yet,
[C]Here's a horse the [Am]likes
of which you've [D]never seen,
And the [G]straw hats in the [C]sun,
with a [Am]face beneath each [Em]one,
Shown [C]doubtful and the
[G]auctioneer [Am]got mean.
Do you think that you can find
a horse [F]like this every [E]day?
[Am]I don't think there's
any better on [F]this earth,
[Am]And the more you pay,
[E]the more it's wor[Am]th.
Then out she [D]came,

[Verse 2]
a snow- white mare,
[C]Prancin' and a [Am]dan cin'
in the [D]silver sun,
They [G]watched her from be[C]hind,
as she [Am]did her bump and [Em]grind,
Walkin' [C]naked,
sad [G]and graceful [Am]for their fun.
Oh how I wished I could afford
[F]that lady painted [E]white,
A [Am]queen with high nobility of [F]birth,[Am]
[E]But the more you [Am]pay,
[E]the more it's wor[Am]th.
My pockets [D]hung

[Verse 3]
with empty blues,
[C]Si lent heels [Am]were standin'
on [D]my growin' pains,
My [G]bid was not too [C]bad,
two [Am]bits was all I [Em]had,
And the [C]stable boy
[G]just handed me [Am]the reins.
Well the gallery went wild,
and the [F]auctioneer [E]half smiled,
[Am]What we don't sell we shoot or g[F]ive away,
[E]'Cause the [Am]more you pay,
[E]the more it's wor[Am]th.

[Verse 4]
[Am]
And [Bm]where was the [Em]boy,
who [Bm]rode on her [Em]back,
With his [Bm]arms holding [Em]tight round
her [Am]neck[A]?[Am]
[Bm]How tightly he [Em]clung,
When [Bm]they both [G]were [Em]young,
And [C]fate had not [Am]let this
[Em]poor girl be so
[Am]Disgraced.