Banded Clovis Chords by Timmyty

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_ _ Tina Nolan had a [F] man [C] with a good place for sifting.
He invited me [G] digging, so I [F] picked up my screen [G] and a shovel to [Dm] dig.
[C] And a jar [G] of shine traded me fair [F] [D] for a bottle [G] of wine.
_ [C] _ [Dm] His brother's Barnes [G] Mountain wine. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ We trudged through the snow, [C] _ straight up [G] the hillside, took a ridge for a while.
Then we slowly [Gm] [D] went down [G] to an _ _ overhang, [C] head from [G] the _ ridgeline.
We bent over our [Bb] handles and [D] we bit [G] into the ground. _
_ [F] Dark and bloody [G] _
ground.
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_ _ _ It was a bitch to break [Dm] ground, [C] but the wine kept [G] us going.
The moonshine was flowing and [Gm] keeping us [D] warm.
[G] Cause you can't hold a girl [C] with a fistful [G] of shovel.
Gotta find your _ [Bb] fire [D] in the company [G] of corn.
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_ _ _ We dug for [C] a [G] while, then [C] it all [G] turned to ashes.
Found a bunch of broke flint and a few [Gm] [D] bits of bone.
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[G] Then I heard Jesse yell [C] over the pile he was [G] sifting.
Shook the hills like the [F] angels were [D] calling [G] us home.
[C] _ [F] Jesse.
_ Zachary, [G] come _ home. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It was banded as hell, [C] it was fluted [G] and Clovis.
It was hot as a pistol I kept [Gm] on my [D] _ side.
_ [F] [G] And I was fiend and _ severus, [C] I was broke [Bb] ass [G] and busted.
I pulled out my pistol [Bb]
and I took [G] Jesse's life.
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[Bb] _ _ [C] _ Clovis like that [G] is a hard point to find.
Makes a pale swift to come by with a [Gm] good chunk [D] of change.
_ _ [G] Left over for burn [C] on whatever [G] _
meanness.
Whatever _ _ [F] woman [D] is coming [G] my way.
_ [C] Darwin. _
[D] _ Come [G] my way. _ _
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_ sit in the cell [C] for the _ [G] banded Clovis.
I stole off Nolan when I killed [Bb] him [D] that day.
_ _ [G] I reckon the chase [C] of the pills [G] and the powder.
Corn liquor and women [Gm] [D] are the [F] culprits [G] to blame.
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