Tom: F
Introdução:
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That old woman from Dove Creek Colorado,
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On her way to see her mom one more time
F C
Looking for an answer or some kind of cure
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For the loneliness she'd had in her heart all her life
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You left the hard part up to her, trying to put it all into words
F C
Measuring the miles behind her eyes
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Hopin' she don't turn to you, wondering where you're running off to
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If she don't ask no questions you won't have to tell no lies
Am Em
Annabelle, all the stories you tell
F C
Are about bus stations and trains
Am Em
And all the folks you will never know well
F C
You remember by the names of the places from where they came
Am Em
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials
F G
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin
Am Em
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long
F G C
Till you slip out the back door again
F C
Spending all your time in bars, trading smiles for stories of the war
F C
In truckstops and motels I know you can't afford
F C
What would I ever do if I heard something happened to you
F G
Or worse, if I hear nothing at all
Am Em
Annabelle, all the stories you tell
F C
Are about bus stations and trains
Am Em
And all the folks you will never know well
F C
You remember by the names of the places from where they came
Am Em
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials
F G
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin
Am Em
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long
F G C
Till you slip out the back door again
Instrumental
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Your one of a dying breed who only takes what they need
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And leaves the rest to the feast of the fools
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When someone else along the way asks you to stop and stay
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And tell them a story or two
Verse 5
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Tell them the one about the old man from Blue River, Arizona
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Who is tall and handsome in spite of his lazy eye
F C
Never found no gold on the trail of old Coronado
F G
Spent half of his life waiting on that quittin' time whistle to blow
Am Em
Annabelle, all the stories you tell
F C
Are about bus stations and trains
Am Em
And all the folks you will never know well
F C
You remember by the names of the places from where they came
Am Em
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials
F C
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin
Am Em
You can leave your coat on, ?cause I know it won't be long
F G C
Till you slip out the back door again
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