调:C major•
Verse 1
C
F
C
Woman don't cry and ask me why my
Or why it seems I sometimes
I'm just a mortal man
and I don't know the answer to
why the good Lord
The rods and the rope on my fiddle
Am
C
G
C
Don't ask me how I make my fiddles,
Don't
When I am laid beneath the sun,
I hope God lets me take
why the poor blood
and why gods sometimes paint
To bless me with my devil's
Don't try to reach inside
my mind and quench
Don't waste your mind
wonderin' why I stir
Just be content to lather
Spending memories of the joy
ain't strong enough
why the good Lord
and why gods sometimes paint
why the good Lord
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