Kingsport Town
C F C/e*) C A winter wind is a-blowin' strong, my hands have got no gloves. F C/e G/d C G C I wish to my soul that I could see the girl I'm a-thinking of. Don't you remember me, babe, I remember you quite well, It caused me to leave old Kingsport Town with a high sheriff on my trail. High sheriff on my trail, boys, high sheriff on my trail,