Cifras
Poison Red Berries

Tom: C

Introdução:

C                                                                      F                              C  
You know I don't think much about her no more
                          Am         D7                                         G7  
Seldom if e-ver does she cross my mind
C                            C7                    F                            C  
Yesterday's gone Lord it's better forgotten
                                                     Am                      G7                      C  
Like the poison red berries to die on the vine
                                                                          F                            C  
This morning at dawn Lord I pulled into town
                                                     Am                                      D7                                 G7  
Had some coffee and talked with some old friends of mine
C                                      C7                      F                    C  
Laughing at the good times they all remembered
                             Am                                 G7  
And then I remembered the time
C                                                      F                                                      C  
Oh Lord I can see the bright lights back in Dallas
                                  Am                            D7                                      G7  
As yesterday moves like a dream through my mind
C                         C7                      F                            C  
I didn't suppose Lord I'd ever forget her
                                          Am                                      G7  
And you know it took such a long time
C                                                         F                              C  
But I don't think much about her no more
                          Am         D7                                         G7  
Seldom if e-ver does she cross my mind
C                            C7                    F                            C  
Yesterday's gone Lord it's better forgotten
                                                     Am                            G7                              C  
Like the poison red berries that clings to the mind