Chords for Lost River - Michael Martin Murphy & Nitty Gritty Dirt Band

[G#] Well, the Dirt Band's got a real definite, ingrained Colorado root.
In fact, years ago we ran into this guy that, he used to have this band called the Texas Twosome.
And then he had another band called Boomer and Travis after that.
And then later on, he struck out on his own.
And he's really great, and we've had a chance to work with him over the years.
How about a big hand for Texas' own, Michael [B] Martin Murphy.
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There's some French words in this song, and it confused a lot of people.
And I wrote this song for my wife because she's from Tibet.
So it says, Ah, Quebec girl, go with me, my belle, my fleur de lis.
And that just basically means, you pretty little thing, you little flower.
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[E] _ [B] _ _ _ There's a lost river that flows, in a [E] valley where [B] no one goes.
Where the [F#] white [E] water rush, [Bm] rumbles deep in the [B] hush.
So I'm far from there now, [E] Lord I'll get back [B] somehow.
Where the [F#] lost river [E] winds, [B] through the shadow [E] of [B] the pine. _ _ _
Oh, lost river, [E] I'm [B] coming back.
[F#] To the pot belly [E] stove, [F#] where the [E] firewood's [B] all stacked.
Ah, Quebec girl, go with me, [E] my belle, my fleur [B] de lis.
[F#] Where the lost [E] river winds, [F#] in the [E] shadow [B] of the pine.
[Bm] _ _ [E] _ _ [B] Now _ [E] _
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everybody knows where [E] that lost river [B] flows.
[F#] It's some place [E] he's lost, [F#] behind [E] bridges that [B] he's crossed.
Well he'd like to return, but [E] the bridges are [B] over.
And [F#] he's much too [E] far down, [F#] to [E] return to hide.
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_ _ Oh, lost river, _ [E] _ [B] _
_ [F#] to the pot belly [E] stove.
[F#] Where the [E] firewood's [B] all stacked.
Ah, Quebec girl, go with me, my [E] belle, my fleur [B] de lis.
[F#] Where the lost river [E] winds, [F#] in the shadow [E] of [B] the pine.
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_ Oh, lost river, [E] far over the [B] ridge.
[F#] Now is it [E] too [F#] late, for me to build [B] me a new bridge.
To the bright golden time, when her [E] love was still [B] mine.
[F#] And the world [E] was still white, like [F#] the [E] heart of [B] a child.
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[E] _ _ [B] _ the [F#] pot belly [E] stove, [F#] where the [E] firewood's [B] all stacked.
Ah, Quebec girl, go with me, [E] my belle, my fleur [B] de lis.
[F#] Where the lost [E] river winds, [F#] in the [E] shadow [B] of the pine.
[F#] Where the lost [E] river winds, [B] in the shadow [E] [F#] of [B] the pine. _ _
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