The Stillwater Hobos - My Love Shes In America Chords

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 Cigarettes in the morning 
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 Walking hallways of this strange empty home 
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 Cold whiskey in the evening 
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 Every day now she’s gone. 


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 Connemara’s on the bus route to Behan 
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 It’s seven days since the last cow died 
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 And when the barley’s gone and three lost women 
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 Like the girls and boys in Rome used to cry. 


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 Just give me cornbread in the morning so early 
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 For you took my rags in the fold of your hand 
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 And before you fall just like a feather and linen 
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 Make sure you’ve taken off that black velvet band. 


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 They say that roving’s like a candle at midnight 
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 And some take it like the trot of a mule 
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 But when the road is blind and your own tender lady 
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 You’d take a match to find a firelit fool. 



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 How come the way’s not like stairs in a castle 
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 With crimson pictures there to guide you along 
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 A gilded bottle with a few draughts inside it 
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 Makes the lights in the rafters look so strong. 


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 When your true love’s gone to run like an engine 
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 After nine young women with no faces their own 
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 And in America she spins like a dancer 
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 With barrel straps and some shoes made of stone. 


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 I’d guess the porches there are all clouded over 
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 And pipes and fiddles might could use some repair 
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 And all the horses have been broken in stables 
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 And golden fleeces could be worse for the wear. 


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 But if you ever come to Clifden by sunset 
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 Just before the Autumn rains touch the shore 
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 To stroll along Cleggan’s grey-hooded harbor 
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 Cutting hard like the blade of an oar. 

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 You take yourself to a hill past the pierline 
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 To find a cabin of whiskey and milk 
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 Where St. Coleman used to ply to his master 
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 Like colored linen and mulberry silk. 


 G   D             A  Bm A G
 Cigarettes in the morning 
         D                Bm            A    G
 Walking hallways of this strange empty home 
      D              Bm      A  G
 Cold whiskey in the evening 
       D           A
 Every day now she’s gone.