Chords for Old St. John's - Eddie Coffey

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[C] _ _ [C] Some things still haunt my memory, [F] like days of university.
I think of things way back then, when I [E] hear some old love [G] song.
_ [C] Or the welcome that old [A] Paddy's in, [F] when all the White Fleet they'd come in.
[C] What I'd give to live again in [G] old St.
[C] John. _
[G] I feel so all alone when I [C] think of [C] days back home.
[F] And time erases every trace of [G] wrong. _
[C] Where the narrows sit like a window [F] pane, the old streets glisten in the rain.
[C] What I'd give to live again in [G] old St.
[C] John.
_ My thoughts fly swifter than a dove, [F] bringing back the lamps of love.
[C] Remembering all the little bars and all the [G] Irish song.
_ [C] When the nights were long and the [Em] winters [F] cold, and always a story to be [C] told.
Better then to me than gold was [G] old St.
[C] John. _
[G] I feel so all alone when I [F] think of days back home.
[F] And time erases [C] every trace of [G] wrong. _
[C] Where the narrows sit like a window pane, the [F] old streets glisten in the rain.
What I'd give to live again in [G] old St.
[C] John. _ _ _ _ _ _
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It's the oldest city still today [F] in all of North America.
[C] The youngest city to a world of so much crime and wrong.
_ [A] Where [C] we knew each other [C] door to door, the [F] wine or by the liquor store.
[C] What I'd give to live once more in [G] old St.
[C] John.
_ [G] I feel so all alone when [C] I think of days back home.
And time erases every [G] trace of wrong.
_ [C] Where the narrows sit like a window pane, the old streets glisten in the rain.
What I'd give to live again in [G] old St.
[C] John. _
Oh what I'd give to live again in [G] old St.
[C] John. _ _ _ _ _
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