by John Prine - 1971
| Intro | C | F | C | F | C | F | C | F |
| C | F | C | F |
| She is an old | woman | named after her | mother. |
| C | F | G |
| Her old man is a | nother | child that's grown |
| C |
| old. |
| F | C | |
| If dreams were | thunder and | lightning |
| F | |
| were de | sire |
| C | F |
| this old house would've | burnt down a |
| G | C |
| long time | ago. |
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| C | F | C |
| When she was a | young girl | she had her a |
| F |
| cowboy, |
| C | F | G |
| He wa'rn't much to | look at, just a | free |
| C | |
| ramblin' | man. |
| F | C | |
| But that was a | long time, | and no matter |
| F | |
| how | she trries, |
| C | F |
| the years just | flow by like a |
| G | C |
| broken-down | dam. |
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| C | F | C |
| There's flies in the | kitchen | , she can hear |
| F | |
| 'em there | buzzin' |
| C | F | G |
| and she ain't done | nothin' since she | woke up |
| C | |
| to | day. |
| F | C | |
| How the hell can a | person | go to work in |
| F | |
| the | morning |
| C | F |
| and come home in the | evenin' and have |
| G | C |
| nothin' to | say? |
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| Outro | C | F | G | C |