by Elvin Bishop
| Intro | D | F#m | C | G | 2x |
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| I | must have been through about a | million girls |
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| I'd | love 'em then I'd leave 'em a | lone |
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| . I didn't care how much they | cried, no sir |
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| Their tears left me cold as a | stone |
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| It | used to be when I'd see a | girl that I liked |
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| I'd get out my | book and write down her | name |
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| But when the | grass got a little greener over on the | other side |
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| I'd just tear out that | page |
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| Em | E7M | Em7 | Em6 |
| Em | E7M | Em7 | Em |
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| Free, on my own is the way I | used to be |
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| Ah, but since I met you baby, love's got a | hold on me |
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