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| | C | G/B | Am | F | | | No | woman, no | cry. | |
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| | C | F | C | G | | | No | woman, no | cry. | |
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| | C | G/B | Am | F | | | No | woman, no | cry. | |
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| | C | F | C | G | | | No | woman, no | cry. | |
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| C | G/B | Am | F | | Said I | remember | when we used to sit | |
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| C | G/B | Am | F | | In the govern | ment yard in Tr | enchtown. | |
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| C | G/B | Am | F | | Oba, Obs | erving the h | ypocrites | |
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| C | G/B | Am | F | As they would | mingle | with the good people we | meet, | |
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| C | G/B | Am | F | | Good friends | we had oh | good friends we've lost | |
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| C | G/B | Am | F | | al | ong the way. | | |
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| C | G/B | Am | F | | In this bright | future you | can't forget your | past |
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| C | G/B | Am | F | | So dry your | tears I | say | And |
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Here Little darlin', don't shed no tears, |
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Said I remember when we used to sit |
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In the government yard in Trenchtown. |
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And then Georgie would make a firelight |
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As it was love would burn in through the night. |
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Then we would cook cornmeal porridge |
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of which I'll share with you. |
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My feet is my only carriage, |
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So, I've got to push on through, but while I'm gone |
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| | C | G/B | | | Ev'ry thing's gonna | be alright. |
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| | Am | Fm | G | | | Ev'ry thing's gonna | be al | right. |
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| | C | G/B | | | Ev'ry thing's gonna | be alright. |
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| | Am | Fm | G | | | Ev'ry thing's gonna | be al | right. |
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Here Little sister, don't shed no tears, |
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Said I remember when we used to sit |
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In the government yard in Trenchtown. |
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And then Georgie would make a firelight |
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As it was love would burn in through the night. |
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Then we would cook cornmeal porridge |
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of which I'll share with you. |
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My feet is my only carriage, |
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So, I've got to push on through, but while I'm gone |
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| | C | G/B | Am | F | | | No | woman, no | cry. | |
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| | C | F | C | G | | | No | woman, no | cry. | |
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| | C | G/B | Am | F | | | Oh, my Little da | rlin', d | on't shed no | tears. |
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| | C | F | C | G | | | No | woman, no | cry. | |
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| | C | G/B | Am | F | | | Oh, my Little da | rlin', d | on't shed no | tears. |
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| | C | F | C | G | | | No | woman, no | cry. | |
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Here Little sister, don't shed no tears, |
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Ev'ry thing's gonna be alright. |
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