Stoney

[Intro] G  Em  Am  D7  (2x)

[Verse 1]

G                 Em         Am 
I first ran into Stoney. . . it 
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was a bar downtown;
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It was Richmond, Virginia. . . 
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we were bummim’ around,
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Suitcase to suitcase. . . we 
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started in talkin‘,
 G                      Em        
Finding out about the things we've
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 shared in the miles we've been
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[Verse 2]

 G                  Em         Am
Well, he had a gray pillowcase 
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full of books by Durrell,
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And he had this old concertina, 
all beat up and she played like 
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hell,
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Until you got him started singing
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 those Gospel songs,
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Well, he drank all night for 
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nothing, he told his stories till
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 dawn.

[Verse 3]

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And he said, "Come on, get your 
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bag, boy! Sun's up now and it's 
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time to roll!
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Yeah you know there ain't no better
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 time than early in the mornin’
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To be out walking down that road!
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Just feeling another day 
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beginnin’, whilst all the fools is
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 rushin’ on by,
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We'll be like some Mr. 
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Independence: we're taking our 
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own sweet time!"

[Verse 4]

  G                   Em      Am 
We walked on out that highway 
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under a clear blue sky,
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I was listenin’ to the tales he 
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told, drinking warm red wine.
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'Bout a night he rolled seven; 
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bout some girl he'd done wrong;
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'Bout everything he could think of
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 while we walked along.

[Verse 5]

 G                      Em    Am 
Yeah, ol' Stoney had a magic; 
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made him hard to forget.
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Like the night we flew down the 
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highway his old pickup, it nearly 
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wrecked!
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With a crazy woman driving, all 
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drunked up and carrying on;
 G                   Em      
Till Stoney finally calmed her 
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singing those Gospel songs.
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[Verse 6]

G                           Em   
Well, we split the road at 
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Norwood, and he just shook my hand.
G                        Em      
He said, "I'll see you some 
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place, friend," but you know he 
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never has.
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But we were that free then, just 
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walking down the road,
G             Em             
Never really caring where that 
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highway goes.

[Verse 7]

G                   Em     
Yeah, Stoney was a liar and a 
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bullshitter, ain't no doubt about 
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it.
G                      Em        
It was just the way he told 
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things, that you never want to doubt
 him.
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'Cause he kept you going when the
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 road got rough,
G                            Em  
And brought you through the lean 
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times by making it up.
"Hey, did I ever tell you the time I
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 married my cousin up in Las Vegas?"
G              Em            Am  
Yeah, Stoney. Tell it again…
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