Chords for Karen Dalton - Same Old Man
Tempo:
75.75 bpm
Chords used:
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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It's the same old lady, layin' out the wall, standin' in the rain, and her mic in her pocket.
Old lady, standin' in the rain, and I thought New York was goin' insane.
A little leaf layin' on the ground, now you're turnin' slightly brown.
Why don't you get up on the tree, and turn the color green the way you want me.
My mind is fading, my body grows weak, lips won't form the words I speak.
I'm floatin' away on a barrel of paint, New York City won't see me again.
Same old man, sittin' by the mill, mill wheels turnin' over stone-free well.
I'm certainly glad to be at home, New York City country's all alone.
It's the same old lady, layin' out the wall, standin' in the rain, and her mic in her pocket.
Old lady, standin' in the rain, and I thought New York was goin' insane.
A little leaf layin' on the ground, now you're turnin' slightly brown.
Why don't you get up on the tree, and turn the color green the way you want me.
My mind is fading, my body grows weak, lips won't form the words I speak.
I'm floatin' away on a barrel of paint, New York City won't see me again.
Same old man, sittin' by the mill, mill wheels turnin' over stone-free well.
I'm certainly glad to be at home, New York City country's all alone.
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_ _ _ _ It's the same old lady, layin' out the wall, standin' in the rain, and her mic in her pocket.
Old lady, standin' in the rain, and I thought New York was goin' insane. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ A little leaf layin' on the ground, now you're turnin' slightly brown.
Why don't you get up on the tree, and turn the color green the way you want me. _ _ _
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My mind is fading, my body grows weak, lips won't form the words I speak.
I'm floatin' away on a barrel of paint, New York City won't see me again. _ _ _
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_ Same old man, sittin' by the mill, _ mill wheels turnin' over stone-free well.
I'm certainly glad to be at home, New York City country's all alone. _ _
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_ _ _ _ It's the same old lady, layin' out the wall, standin' in the rain, and her mic in her pocket.
Old lady, standin' in the rain, and I thought New York was goin' insane. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ A little leaf layin' on the ground, now you're turnin' slightly brown.
Why don't you get up on the tree, and turn the color green the way you want me. _ _ _
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My mind is fading, my body grows weak, lips won't form the words I speak.
I'm floatin' away on a barrel of paint, New York City won't see me again. _ _ _
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_ Same old man, sittin' by the mill, _ mill wheels turnin' over stone-free well.
I'm certainly glad to be at home, New York City country's all alone. _ _
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