Saint John The Gambler chords

Townes Van Zandt

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  			CHORD: Esus4 :x20200 

INTRO: Am 

VERSE ONE 

Am       Dm                                   Am   
When she had twenty years...she turned to her mother 
       Dm                           Am   
Saying mother,...I know that you'll grieve 
         C        Dm      F           Am 
But I've given my soul to St John The Gambler 
Am             Dm   Am   
Tomorrow comes time leave. 

        Dm                               Am                   
For the hills cannot hold back my sorrow forever 
    Dm                          Am   
And dead men lay deep round the door 
    C      Dm            F            Am 
The only salvation thats mine for the asking 
                 G        Am 
So mother, think on me no more 


VERSE TWO 

    Dm                                     Am  
And winter howled high round the mountains breast 
        Dm                 Am  
And the cold of a thousand snows 
    C      Dm        F      Am 
Lay heaped upon the forests leaf 
        Am         Dm     Am 
But she dressed in cal -i -co. 

      Dm                      Am  
For a gambler likes his women fancy 
Dm                 Am   
...,Fancy she would be 
        C           Dm            F            Am 
And the fire of her longing would keep way the cold 
        Am          G       Am 
And her dress was a sight to see. 


VERSE THREE 

        Dm                        Am   
But the road was long beneath her feet. 
     Dm                 Am  
She followed her frozen breath. 
    C          Dm      F           Am 
In search of a certain St John The Gambler 
Am        Dm      Am  
Stumbling to her death 

    Dm                                     Am   
She heard his laughter right down from the mountains 
    Dm                      Am   
And danced with her mothers tears. 
     C       Dm       F    Am 
To a funeral drone of cal-i-co. 
          Am       Esus4  Am  
Neath the cross of twenty years 

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     C       Dm       F    Am 
To a funeral drone of ca-li-co 
                   G      Am     end 
Neath the cross of twenty years