Chords for Roy Acuff / Lonesome Joe / Sixteen Chickens

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_ [G] _ _ There once lived a man, he came from Mexico, they [D] called him poor hobo, his [G] name was Lonesome Joe.
He would ride the blinds, ride the rods below, the [D] cinders from the freight had [G] scarred his face, you know.
He knew every rail, he knew every tie, he knew every water [D] tank that he passed by, [G] and everywhere he went,
they called him poor hobo, [D] he lived a lonesome life, [G] his name was Lonesome Joe. _
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_ _ [G] _ He knew every house and every store, [D] where they would give a hand to [G] a poor hobo.
He would tip his hat in the nicest way, and [D] he'd bow real low [G] in a graceful way.
He'd eat a country ham and enjoy the fat, he'd take a hard-boiled egg [D] and put it in his hat.
[G] He'd ask to mow your lawn in a tone of woe, you know [D] he'd never work, this [G] lonesome poor hobo. _ _
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[G] _ _ _ His shoes were always worn, sometimes they wouldn't match, his hat [D] was always [G] flopped, his clothes were always patched.
He had the finest watch on the finest chain, he'd keep [D] the closest time on [G] the fastest train.
I've seen him catch a freight the best in the land, I've seen him grab a freight, a [D] sandwich in his hand.
He [G] saw all the world, but never made no dough, and [D] not a happy man, his [G] name was Lonesome Joe.
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I run across the tater patch, see if my old hen had hatched, she jumped up and sang in a team,
sixteen chickens and a [Db] tambourine, sixteen chickens and a tambourine.
[Ab] She sang through the day, the funniest sight I ever seen, sixteen chickens and a tambourine. _ _
A guzzling fin and a gander rod, a humpback mule, a flounder sod, an old hound dog and a lighter knot,
a guzzling quill and a dabbling pod, [Db] sixteen chickens and a tambourine.
She sang through the day, the funniest sight I ever seen, sixteen chickens and a tambourine. _ _ _ _
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_ Jacob, Ken will love you a lot, see a grand mammy and a forecast bot,
a goblin pick and a jumping bee, sixteen chickens and a [Db] tambourine, sixteen chickens and a [Ab] tambourine.
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Trood Rock, a rood a da day, the funniest sight I ever seen.
Sixteen chickens and a tambourine. _ _ _
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A driving step and a knock-kneed cat, a bobblin shank and a dingle bat.
A cross-eyed goat in a gallberry bush, a rolling sting rod and a sniffle [Db] tush.
Sixteen chickens and a [Ab] tambourine.
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Trood Rock, a rood a da day, the funniest sight I ever seen.
Sixteen chickens and a [F] tambourine.
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