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G _ .
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F _ _ _ _
C _ _ .
I thought I knew the girl so well _ .
_
F She was sad,
C I couldn't tell.
I missed the point, I missed the signs _ .
_
F So if she's gone, the
C fault is mine _ .
Dm I know, I know, _ a whole lot of
C little things.
_
Dm And even though, _ I could bless them one
C by one.
She would still be gone.
G Her
C eyes were blue, her hair was long.
At
F sixty-four,
C she was
G born in
C Baton Rouge.
Her favorite song was
F in my life.
I
Cm memorized
G her
Am every move.
I
C knew her books, her car, her
F goals.
But
C I paid no
F attention
C to what
G C mattered most.
I never asked, she never said.
_
F And when she cried,
C I turned my head.
She dreamed her dreams behind closed doors.
_
F That made them easy
C to ignore.
And
Dm I know, I know, I missed the forest
C for the trees.
Now
Dm all I have to show.
_ Oh, when she walked
C out the door.
Her cold back's
G nothing more.
Her
C eyes were blue, her hair was
Em long.
At
F sixty-four,
C she was
G born in
C Baton Rouge.
Her favorite song was
F in my life.
I
C memorized
G her
Am every move.
I
C knew her books, her car, her
F goals.
C But I paid no
F attention
C to what
G C mattered most.
Her eyes were blue, her hair was long.
F At sixty-four,
C she was
G born in
C Baton Rouge.
Her father's tall,
F her mother's gone.
She
G moved out west when
C she was two.
The way she
Em laughed, the
F way she loved.
Cm Oh my
G God, what
C did I do.
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