Chords
Welfare Line

Key: D

Introduction:

difficulty
very easy |||||
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Well, now boys, I've been to Bethlehem.
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Rode there on a big steam train.
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Lost two fingers in the steel mills.
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And I ain't goin' back again.
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I fought for my country,
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Lord knows, I did my best.
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Crawlin' 'cross some foreign field,
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They pinned a ribbon to my chest.
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So, pass around the bottle, boys, Let's talk about old times.
                     D                                                                            A                                                 E  
Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin, Here on the welfare line.
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Served on the Georgia Road Gang.
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Couldn't pay the debts I owed.
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'Cause I ain't made of silver,
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And I ain't never seen no gold.
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I still remember Rachael,
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Soft as a velvet gown.
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They layed her in the pauper's grave,
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On the other side of town.
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So, pass around the bottle, boys, Let's talk about old times.
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Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin, Here on the welfare line.
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Now some folks are born to money,
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You know I wish them well.
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If the devil should ever want my soul,
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I swear I'd never sell.