Annabelle

[Intro ]
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That old woman from Dove Creek Colorado, 
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On her way to see her mom one more time 
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Looking for an answer or some kind of cure 
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For the loneliness she'd had in her heart all her life 

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You left the hard part up to her, trying to put it all into words 
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Measuring the miles behind her eyes 
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Hopin' she don't turn to you, wondering where you're running off to 
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If she don't ask no questions you won't have to tell no lies 

G   Am             Em 
Annabelle, all the stories you tell 
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Are about bus stations and trains 
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And all the folks you will never know well 
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You remember by the names of the places from where they came 

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Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials 
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Of strangers who are closer than your own kin 
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You can leave your coat on, ‘cause I know it won't be long 
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Till you slip out the back door again 


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Spending all your time in bars, trading smiles for stories of the war 
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In truckstops and motels I know you can't afford 
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What would I ever do if I heard something happened to you 
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Or worse, if I hear nothing at all 

G   Am             Em 
Annabelle, all the stories you tell 
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Are about bus stations and trains 
            Am             Em 
And all the folks you will never know well 
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You remember by the names of the places from where they came 

     Am                          Em 
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials 
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Of strangers who are closer than your own kin 
        Am                           Em 
You can leave your coat on, ‘cause I know it won't be long 
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Till you slip out the back door again 

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Your one of a dying breed who only takes what they need 
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And leaves the rest to the feast of the fools 
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When someone else along the way asks you to stop and stay 
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And tell them a story or two 

Verse 5 
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Tell them the one about the old man from Blue River, Arizona 
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Who is tall and handsome in spite of his lazy eye 
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Never found no gold on the trail of old Coronado 
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Spent half of his life waiting on that quittin' time whistle to blow 


    Am             Em 
Annabelle, all the stories you tell 
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Are about bus stations and trains 
            Am             Em 
And all the folks you will never know well 
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You remember by the names of the places from where they came 

      Am                          Em 
Now I listen like a child, as you recount the trials 
   F                                      C 
Of strangers who are closer than your own kin 
        Am                           Em 
You can leave your coat on, ‘cause I know it won't be long 
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Till you slip out the back door again 

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