Chords for Patty Griffin - Don't Let Me Die In Florida (Bing Lounge)

[G] _ A lot of these songs I wrote because I was writing about my life and lots of things were going [D] on.
One of the things was that my dad was beginning to leave this world and go to the next one
and I was getting ready to _ _ let him go so I just kind of noticed that a lot of these songs
are about him.
And this one is very specifically about him.
I think it's [G] a direct quote off of something he said.
He told [F] me one time after coming back from Orlando, Florida where he [G] buried his brother
and said, please don't ever let him die in Florida.
So the name of this song is Please Don't Let Me Die in Florida. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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I remember in the south and long ago, those dirty streets cried out for rain and this
isn't what I [D] know.
_ The waves came and I only stopped just in time for [G] snow.
And the icy cold filled up my shoes and this isn't what [D] I know.
[G] Please don't let [D] me die in Florida.
I don't care about my name.
If you catch me dying in Orlando, roll [G] my bed onto a train.
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I went to war to fight the chance when the war was over.
I [D] filled my cap just [G] as far as you [D] could tell me stay.
I went on hold and gave my girl a [G] ring.
I put the highways and the blacktop down. _
Turned the prairies into the towns and those hills gave away just [D] like a wedding gown.
I put the highways and the blacktop down.
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_ _ I don't need to see no mirror.
I ain't never [D] gonna see my own face.
Just a reflection of somebody _ who's gonna leave without a trace.
[Gm] Roll me over them hills so cold and proud.
Let the night come in and lay my [D] shroud under Ben DeCale and fall me.
Maybe [G] that's where I [D] should end my days.
Don't let me die in Florida.
I don't care about my name.
If you catch me dying in _ [G] Daytona, roll my bed onto a train.
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