Chords for 14-Liza's Up the 'Simmon Tree

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_ _ _ _ _ Well, I was up in the cementry and the possum on [D] the ground.
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Possum said, you son of a gun, shake them cements [A] down.
The old folks down in the mountain grinding [D] sugar cane.
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Making barrels of molasses to sweeten little [A] Ida Jane.
Whoop-dee-doo flies a pretty little girl.
Whoop-dee-doo [D] flies Jane.
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Whoop-dee-doo flies a pretty little girl.
She died on the train.
She was like a cherry, cherry [D] like a rose.
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How I like that pretty little girl, goodness [A] gracious Lord.
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_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ Well, whiskey by the gallon, sugar [D] by the pound.
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Great big bowl to stir it in and a little gal to [A] stir it around.
I went to see my Liza Jean standing [D] in the door.
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Shoes and stockings in her hand and her feet all [A] over the floor.
Her head is like a coffee pot, her nose is [D] like a spout.
[E] Her mouth is like an old fireplace with the ashes [A] all raked out.
Whoop-dee-doo flies a pretty little girl.
Whoop-dee [D]-doo flies Jane.
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Whoop-dee-doo flies a pretty little girl.
She died on the train.
She was like a cherry, cherry [D] like a [E] rose.
How I like that pretty little girl, goodness [A] gracious Lord. _
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_ _ _ _ _ [A] _ I wouldn't marry a poor gal, I'll tell you the [D] reason why.
[E] She has so many poor kinfolk, she'll make my [A] biscuits fly.
Now the hardest work I ever done was a-breaking [D] on the train.
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Easiest work I ever done was a-hugging little [A] Liza Jean.
Whoop-dee-doo flies a pretty little girl.
Whoop-dee-doo [D] flies Jane.
[A]
Whoop-dee-doo flies a pretty little girl.
She died on the train.
She was like a cherry, cherry [D] like a rose.
[E]
How I like that pretty little girl, goodness gracious [D] Lord. _
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