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Gospel Plow


     D
Mary wore three lengths of chain,
      A                D
Ev'ry length was Jesus name,
            G            A          D   [fill]
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
    A         D   [fill]
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,
            G            A          D   [fill]
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on.

Matthew,*) Mark and Luke and John,
All them prophets so good and gone,
Keep-a your hand on that plow, hold on,
Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord,

Percy's Song

    C                      F          C
Bad news, bad news come to me where I sleep,
    G    G6    G7     G       G6  G7
    Turn, turn, turn again.
       C                         F
Sayin' one of your friends is in trouble deep,
    Dm                F            G      G6 G7   G  G6 G7
    Turn, turn to the rain and the wind.


Tell me the trouble, Tell once to my ear.
Joliet prison and ninety-nine years.

Oh what's the charge of how this came to be?
Manslaughter in the highest of degree.

I sat down and wrote the best words I could write,

In My Time of Dyin'


[Intro]

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Man of Constant Sorrow

Bob Dylan version


/c /b D/a

       G               C
I am a man of constant sorrow
 /b       D              G      /c-b D/a
I've seen trouble all my days
             G          C
I'll say goodbye to Colorado
            D               G
Where I was born and partly raised.

Your mother says I'm a stranger
My face you'll never see no more
But there's one promise, darling:
I'll see you on God's golden shore.

Through this open world I'm about to ramble
Through ice and snow, sleet and rain
I'm about to ride that morning railroad

Freight Train Blues


Intro:

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|C . . . |. . . . D |G . . . |
|C . . . |F . . . |C . . G |C

      C
I was born in Dixie in a boomer shack
                            G        C
Just a little shanty by the railroad track
C
Freight train whistle taught me how to cry
                             G    C
hummin' of the driver was my lullaby

I got the freight train blues
                                             D        G

Foot Of Pride

         B
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man

So can a woman who passes herself off as a male

They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer

The preacher talked about Christ betrayed
              E
It's like the earth just opened and swallowed him up

He reached too high, was thrown back to the ground
         B
You know what they say about bein' nice 

to the right people on the way up

Sooner or later you gonna meet them comin' down
            B        G#m        
Yeah, there ain't no goin' back
          E

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