Chords for Trapdormi - Ballad of Casey Deiss

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[Am] _ _ _ [C] Was a man [G] of [Am] youthful features, Was a [G] boy of [Am] sorrowful eyes,
_ Watching [G] out while [Am] looking inward, _ Solemn [G] safety and full [Am] of life.
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_ [Am] _ _ In his [G] life he [Am] spoke but bravely, [C] In his [G] mind he cried [Am] for life,
[C] Painting [G] perceptions trying [Am] to capture, That [C] which he saw [G] in his pursuing [Am] strife.
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[A] _ _ _ [C] Once he [G] lived with his wife [Am] in London, _ [C] Travelling [G] around for all [Am] of his time,
_ Looking for [G] and [Am] finding an address, Just like [G] Diana to read [Am] his wife.
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[Am] _ _ _ [C] Of her [G] children [Am] they'd be given, [C] To her [G] dying without [Am] knowing why,
[C] And the [G] girl I [Am] know of well, _ [C] If she [G] lives she'll yet [Am] be kind.
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_ [Am] _ _ Rooksey had a [G] mind of simple [Am] welling, He had a star [G] between [Am] his eyes,
In his [G] hands he held [Am] an axe bare, The Rooksey of [G] old Thunderhead.
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_ [C] All in might [G] he climbed to the heavens [Am] for a cry,
[C] He went [G] down and took [Am] his play, [C] Jumping [G] wood went to [Am] his hot side,
[C] Lightning [G] came and my [Am] brother died.
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_ Bringing [C] no wine [G] from far [Am] away, Bringing youths,
[C] Telling no [G] tales in the [Am] canyon's mine, But [C] rich in faith, [G] senile [Am]
wisdom,
_ [C] He has died [G] and [Am] died by the line.
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