Saint John The Gambler Chords & Lyrics - Townes Van Zandt

[Am]Well she [Dm]had twenty years when she [Am]turned to her mother
Sayin', &q[Dm]uot;Mother I know that yo[Am]u'll grieve, but [C]I've give[Dm]n my sou[F]l to St. John[Am] The Gambler
Tomorrow comes [C]time to l[Am]eave. Well the [Dm]hills cannot hold back my [Am]sorrow forever
[Dm]Dead men lie deep 'round my d[Am]oor, the [C]only sal[Dm]vation that's [F]mine for the [Am]askin'
So mother think [Em]on me no [Am]more."
The w[Dm]inter howled high 'round the m[Am]ountain's breast, and the [Dm]cold of a thousand [Am]snows
Lay h[C]eaped u[Dm]pon the [F]forest s[Am]leep. She dressed[C] in C[Am]alico.
For a [Dm]gambler likes his [Am]women fancy, [Dm]fancy she would[Am] be
And the [C]fires of her [Dm]longing would [F]keep 'way the [Am]cold, and her dress was[Em] a sight t[Am]o see.
But the [Dm]road was long be[Am]neath her feet, she [Dm]followed her frozen [Am]breath
In [C]search of a c[Dm]ertain St. [F]John The [Am]Gambler, stumbled t[C]o her [Am]death.
And she [Dm]heard his laughter right [Am]down from the mountain, [Dm]danced with her mother's [Am]tears
To a [C]funeral [Dm]drone of C[F]ali[Am]co, 'neath a cross of [Em]twenty y[Am]ears.
To a funeral d[Dm]rone of [F]Cal[Am]ico, 'neath a cross of [Em]twenty [Am]years.

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