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[C]The funniest girl I ever knew[G] [C/G] [G]
[C]Had hair as orange as halloween[F]
[C]The bluest eyes that saw right t[G]hrough
F
All the BS in everything
[C]She was an artist from the start[G] [C/G] [G]
[C]And she always sang from the bottom of her heart[F]
C G
And though her road was so long
[C]She finally made her way back ho[G]me[F]
[C]She finally made her way back ho[G]me[F]
[C]The loneliest kid I ever saw[G] [C/G] [G]
[C]Owned an old man's callused hand[F]s
[C]Sitting barefoot in front o[G]f a dime store
In a place some called the promised land[F]
[C]He had hollow sunken eyes[G] [C/G] [G]
[C]But he was smiling big like he'd won some kinda p[F]rize
[C]He was ragged, he was rolling like a [G]stone
[C]In the dirty city stre[G]ets that he called home[F]
[C]Yeah, the dirty city streets [G]that he called home[F]
C. G C/G G
Hobos, tramps and troubadours
[C]Don't ride in boxcars like they did before[F]
[C]Seems like most of my heroes [G]
Just ain't arou[F]nd no more
C. G C/G G
I know I'm lucky to sing my songs
[C]And if you want to you can sing along[F]
[C]We've been on this road so long[G]
[C]Won't you help me find my way back home?[G] [F]
[C]Help me find my way back [G]home[F] [C]
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