| F | C | | Half a mile from the co | unty fair |
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| Bb | F | And the r | ain keep pourin' do | wn |
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| C | Me and Billy stan | din' there |
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| Bb | F | With a s | ilver half a crow | n |
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| C | Hands full of a fish | in' rod |
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| C | We just stood there ge | ttin' wet |
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| Bb | F | With our b | acks against the fenc | e |
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| Dm | C | | Hope it don't rain all day | |
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| F | Bb | F | And it st | oned me t | o my soul | |
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| F | C | Sto | ned me just like Je | lly Roll |
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| F | Bb | F | And it st | oned me t | o my soul | |
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| F | C | Ston | ed me just like g | oin' home |
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| F | C | Then the | rain let up and the | sun came up |
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| Bb | F | And we we | re gettin' dry | |
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| C | Bb | F | Almost let a p | ick-up truck n | early pass us by | |
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| F | C | So we jum | ped right in and the dr | iver grinned |
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| Bb | F | And he dr | opped us up the road | |
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| C | We looked at the swim and we ju | mped right in |
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| Bb | F | Not to men | tion fishing poles | |
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| Dm | C | | Hope it don't rain all day | |
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| F | Bb | F | And it st | oned me t | o my soul | |
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| F | C | Sto | ned me just like Je | lly Roll |
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| F | Bb | F | And it st | oned me t | o my soul | |
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| F | C | Ston | ed me just like g | oin' home |
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| C | On the way back home we | sang a song |
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| Bb | F | But our th | roats were getting dr | y |
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| C | Then we saw the man acro | ss the road |
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| Bb | F | With the sun | shine in his eye | s |
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| C | Well he lived all alone in his o | wn little home |
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| Bb | F | With a gr | eat big gallon ja | r |
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| C | There were bottles too, one for m | e and you |
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| Bb | F | And he sa | id Hey! There you are | |
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| Dm | C | | Get it myself from the mountain st | ream |
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| F | Bb | F | And it st | oned me t | o my soul | |
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| F | C | Sto | ned me just like Je | lly Roll |
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| F | Bb | F | And it st | oned me t | o my soul | |
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| F | C | Ston | ed me just like g | oin' home |
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