C# F# C# And when I left Wichita the weather was blowin' free F# C# And when I left Wichita the wind was blowing free C#7 F# C# Well, my poppa said, "Son, Watch out, you might catch that old T.B" C#7 F# C# When I landed in West Memphis, Lord, I never had a dime. F# C# When I landed in West Memphis, Lord, I never had a dime. C#7 F# C# Operator said, "Son, you ain't no friend of mine." Operator, operator Let a poor boy ride. Operator, operator, oh Let a poor boy ride. Can't you see my standing here, how tears are running down my eyes. let me ride your train let me ride your train Lord, I'm standing in the weather, Lord, clouds look like it will rain. Going down to Louisiana where that green river runs Going down to Louisiana where that green river runs Lord, I just went out, my ramblin' is just begun. And when I left Wichita the weather was blowin' free And when I left Wichita the wind was blowing free Well, my poppa said, "Son, Watch out, you might catch that old T.B" | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC# C#7 F# |
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