Goodnight Loving Trail

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[Verse 1]
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Too old to wrangle or ride on the 
swing
                              C
You beat the triangle and you curse 
everything
                             F
If dirt were a kingdom, then you'd 
be the king
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On the Goodnight Trail, on the 
  C      F
Loving Trail


[Chorus]
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Our old woman's lonesome tonight
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Your French harp blows like a 
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lone bawling calf
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It's a wonder the wind don't tear 
off your skin
                              C
Get in there and blow out the light


[Verse 2]
With your snake oil and herbs and 
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your liniments too
                           C
You can do anything that a doctor 
can do
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Except find a cure for your own 
goddamn stew
       C         G           
On the Goodnight Trail, on the 
  C      F
Loving Trail


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[Chorus]
    C                      G
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
     C           G            C  
Your French harp blows like a 
          F
lone bawling calf
       C                     G
It's a wonder the wind don't tear 
off your skin
                              C
Get in there and blow out the light


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
Well, the campfire's gone out and 
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the coffee's all gone
The boys are all up and they're 
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raising the dawn
                          F
And you're sitting there, lost in a 
song
       C         G           
On the Goodnight Trail, on the 
  C      F
Loving Trail


[Chorus]
    C                      G
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
     C           G          
Your French harp blows like a 
  C           F
low-bawling calf
       C                     G
It's a wonder the wind don't tear 
off your skin
                              C
Get in there and blow out the light


[Verse 4]
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I know that someday that I'll be 
just the same
                   C
Wearing an apron instead of a name
                             F
But no one can change it and no 
one's to blame
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'Cause the desert's a book writ in 
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lizards and sage
It's easy to look like an old 
C
torn-out page
All faded and cracked with the 
F
colors of age


[Chorus]
       C         G           
On the Goodnight Trail, on the 
  C      F
Loving Trail
     C                      G
Our old woman's lonesome tonight
     C           G          
Your French harp blows like a 
  C           F
low-bawling calf
       C                     G
It's a wonder the wind don't tear 
off your skin
                              C
Get in there and blow out the light