Eyolf Østrem

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These are the words of a frontier lad
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Who lost his love when he turned bad.

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C
 Take a message to Mary
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But don't tell her where I am

Take a message to Mary
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But don't say I'm in a jam.

        Am                     Em
You can tell her that I had to see the world
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Tell her that my ship set sail
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            C                              C7
So run here baby, put your little hands in mine
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I got something to tell you, I know you're gonna change your mind
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When things go wrong, so wrong with you,
Ab              C
 it hurts me too.

I want you babe just to understand
I don't wanna be your boss babe, i just wanna be your man
When things go wrong, so wrong with you,
it hurts me too.

Now when you go home, you don't have to get along

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  Em             D         G  C/g G
Alberta let your hair hang low
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Alberta let your hair hang low
     C             G
I'll give you more gold
          G     /f# Em
Than your apron can hold
         G             D         G    C/g G
If you'd only let your hair hang low

[1 verse instrumental between verses]

Alberta what's on your mind
Alberta what's on your mind
You keep me worried and bothered
All of the time
Alberta what's on your mind

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"Twas down in Mississippi no so long ago,
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When a young boy from Chicago town walked in a Southern door.
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This boy's frightful tragedy you should all remember well,
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The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.

Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.

[Intro: first two lines of the verse]

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      C       G               C
I was thinking of a series of dreams
      C      G                C
Where nothing comes up to the top
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Everything stays down where it's wounded
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And comes to a permanent stop
       C
Wasn't thinking of anything specific
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Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams
C
Nothing too very scientific
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Just thinking of a series of dreams

Thinking of a series of dreams

C

    C                      F 
One evenin' for pleasure I rambled to view 
    C           G    C
the fair fields all alone
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Down by the banks of Loch Erin
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Where beauty an' pleasure were known
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I spied a fair maid at her labor
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Which caused me to stay for a while
      C            Am         Em
An' I thought of a goddess of beauty
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Bloomin' bright star of Bright Isle.

  C         Am          Em
I humbled myself to her beauty

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I saw it advertised one day,
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that the Bear Mountain picnic was comin' my way.
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"Come along 'n' take a trip,
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We'll bring you up there on a ship.
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Bring the wife and family

Bring the whole kids."
D               G
   Yippee!

G . C . D . . G /e-d . . . .
[harp]


Well, I run right down 'n' bought a ticket
To this thing called the Bear Mountain Picnic.
little did I realize
I was in for a pleasant funny surprise.

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C      F      C     /b   Am    F     F   C/e G/d    C

C     F         C                     Am  G   G6  G7
No more auction block for me, no more, no more
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No more auction block for me, many   thousand   gone.

F   C/e G/d    C

No more driver's lash for me, no more, no more
No more driver's lash for me, many thousand gone.

No more pint of salt*) for me, no more, no more
No more pint of salt for me, many thousand gone.

No more auction block for me, no more, no more