Ole Yegg Lee Chords by Lost Dog Street Band

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_ _ _ _ _ I'm a thief, I pick, I've been locked [A] inside of hell, and I'm a-doin' [E] swear, yeah, oh,
but Lordy, [B] Lordy knows I'm a-crying [E] with hell.
_ _ Where I sleep, I don't care, I can smoke, I can swear, I can drink, and it rounded [A] to its knees.
Another [E] whiskey, please, it is, shoot a ten [B]-dollar piece at a thousand [E] feet. _ _
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_ _ _ _ When I make my way back, feel my miles down the tracks, on the land,
and I'm drinking a nine-streets [A] pile of tea, a little [Em] [E] bumblebee tea.
Oh, she's sweet [Eb] like the honey, but she's sure a [E] good thing. _ _
Through the rain and the storm, I'm full, I tell the Lord, but I'm full of silver [Em] in
[A] my jeans, and [E] a couple of strings, _ like a throwing dice [B] down a New [E] Orleans.
_ _ It's so _
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_ [A] hard.
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I got drunk, I got loud, I got kicked out of town, she said, we don't want your [A] kind
around here, so we'll [Em] make that [E] clear, so I went to [G] speak with [B] the [E] engineer.
_ _ _ I'm indeed a train taking back where I came, make it long, make it fast and [A] let it roll,
let [E] the whistle blow, so every hard-weather tramp [B] knows [E] when to go. _ _
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