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St Louis Elegy

Tom: B

Introdução: B    

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B                                    D  
I look at the sky
                             E                                    B  
I see an airplane as it flies
                                B                                                    D  
Is this the way they said Jesus came?
                                             E  
Gone through St Louis
                                B  
Gone straightaway
                                          E                                      B  
And I hear the winter will cut you quick
                                        E                                                            B  
If tears were liquor Id have drunk myself sick
B                                    D  
Woman are you home
                                  E                                      B  
A house of cards a frame of bones
                  B                              D  
Here I am earthly bound
                          E                                         B  
Said Hallelujah Im going down
                                        E                                    B  
And the river Jordan is deep and wide
                                        E                                                            B  
I think I see forever across on the other side
B                                    D  
I look at the sky
                          E                                      B  
I see a nightbird as it flies
B                      D                                         E  
Over the old bent cherry trees
                                        B  
Shivering in a row
                                        E                                      B  
Down here the winter will cut you quick
                                             E                                                            B  
These tears are liquor and Ive drunk myself sick
                                             E                                      B  
And the dead of winter will cut you quick
                                             E                                                            B  
These tears are liquor and Ive drunk myself sick
B  
G  
D  
A  
E