Chords for Ramble On

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[E] I'm on my way.
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_ [E] _ [B] Thanks to you I'm [A] not your blind. _ _
[E] Such a pleasant stay.
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_ [E] _ Now it's time for me [A] to go. _
Oh, [E] _ yeah, I'm gonna be more relaxed [A] my way. _
_ [E] Oh, it's nice to [A] smell the rain.
When the pain [E] is heading my _ [A] way.
Oh, _ [B] _ _ [E] it's been [B] so long.
_ [E] Something I've got to do.
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_ [E] Sing my song.
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_ [E] _ Oh, yeah, [A] yeah, yeah, [D] yeah. _
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_ [E] _ Oh, time _ [A] _ _ _
_ [E] has come to be long.
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_ [E] _ Though our hearts we've [A] tried a [D] thousand [E] times.
_ It's time [A] to level [B] up.
_ _ _ Yeah, _ _ _
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_ _ _ oh, yeah.
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_ [E] _ [B] Come on, Tim.
Come [A] on, Tim.
Come on, Tim.
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_ [E] _ _ Oh, yeah, [A] [D] oh, yeah.
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_ [E] [G#m] It's a tale that can be [A] told. _
Oh, [E] my freedom [D] I hold dear.
_ [A] Oh, [B] _
_ [E] _ years ago [A] in days [D] of old.
_ [E] Magic filled the [A] air.
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_ [E] _ In the darkest [A] depths of morning. _
[E] I met a girl so fair.
[A] Oh, yeah, oh, yeah.
[E] And God, he [A] bore her. _
[E] Trept up and slipped away with [A] her.
Her, her, [F#] her.
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_ [F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] Oh, yeah.
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Run away, you pretty [A] girl.
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[E] Run away.
Who's a [A] fair, who's a [E] fair?
Yeah.
_ [E] _ I'm gonna do my best.
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[E] _ I'm gonna hit my all-time.
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[E] _ [C] Never let go of my hand.
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_ Whoop!
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_ _ _ _ [D#m] _ _ [F] Oh, yeah.
Shut up, it hurts. _ _ _
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts.
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_ _ _ Finally, there are only 5% left. Finally.
No gypsum, no orchestra, no hurdy-gurdy.
Just four madmen and a new friend.
_ _ _ _ [N] We have a new disc coming.
_ [G#] This is very good.
[N] You've heard it already. _ _
It's called Walking into Clarksdale. _ _ _
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