Santa Rosa Chords by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

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Seems [Eb] like ten years [Ab] ago, though today my mind is [Ab] slow,
Me and [Eb] Vicky Craig were running west [Bb] from Idaho.
_ [Eb] Robbed a bank to get some bread, seems like fifteen men lay dead
In a path [C] that led [Bb] us straight to [Ab] Santa Rosa.
[Eb] _ Now and then old Vicky say, boy at home you should have stayed
And to follow me and learn the life, [F] looking back.
But [Bb] it spit and slapped his eyes [Eb] just to see if he's alive
Then he'd sing his banjo [Bb] song from [Ab] Santa Rosa.
[F] _ He [Bb] said, whoa, whoa, singing oh [Eb] Santa Rosa, [Bb] whoa, whoa, [Ab] _ _ _ whoa, whoa. _
_ [Eb] Then one day he sang, oh Craig I'll be free to go my way
And miss standing [Bb] by the bay at Santa Rosa.
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_ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ Now one time late at night, Vicky lit an old [Bb] firelight
Cause it mirrored a posse close behind my flush of south.
But [Eb] it picked up it for sleep to the tune of Crackle Craig
He was murdered [Bb] by a man from Santa Rosa.
He said, whoa, whoa, singing [Ab] oh Santa [Eb] Rosa, _ [Bb] whoa, whoa, whoa, [F] _ whoa.
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_ [Ab] High and low, _ _ _ _
_ [Eb] till I come once again with my banjo picking friend
We'll be high [Bb] and low in [Ab] Santa Rosa.
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