Chords:
{t:Dulcimer}
{artist:David Mallett}
https://youtu.be/o08IEozY6jM?si=aEiOLJK63dYDxfA7
{tempo:158}
{key: D}
{c:Thanks to Steve Hayes}
[D] . . .|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|[G] . [A7] . |
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[D] I'm headin' out of New [G] York [D] town on [G] some old [A7] number [D] nine
[G] Up north the [D] Hudson's wild and the [G] sun be-[A7]gins to [D] shine
[G] High noon, [D] high tide, [G] six-string [A7] partner [D] by my side
[G] I don't think I ever [D] had a better ride, or at [G] least I [A7] can't re-[D]call one
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|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|
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[D] Two wholesome lookin' [G] lad-[D]ies, [G] two rows [A7] back [D] behind
[G] Are pickin' on a [D] dulcimer and the [G] sound is [A7] soft and [D] fine
[G] Business man, [D] Dapper Dan, [G] grandpa [A7] with his [D] tired old hands
[G] He has done the [D] best he can and we [G] all must [A7] do the [D] same
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And the [G] music from the [A7] dulcimer is a [D] sad and simple [G] strain
[G] Somewhere in my [D] soul I know that [G] God is [A7] on this [D] train
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|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|
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[D] I guess I should be [G] somewhere [D] else but [G] where I [A7] just don't [D] know
[G] Where the women [D] dance and sing, and where the [G] softer [A7] breezes [D] blow
[G] Where the grass is [D] always green and the [G] old folks [A7] don't grow [D] old
[G] But for now I'll [D] ride and bide my [G] time down [A7] here be-[D]low
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And a [G] sweet, sweet voice is [A7] singing, and [D] as I strain to [G] hear
[G] The music from the [D] dulcimer is [G] washin' [A7] down like [D] beer
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The [A7] world of [D] men [A7] sits and [D] stands right [G] here before my [A7] eyes
[A7] I see a [D] young man [A7] warrior-[D]bound, and I [G] hear a young girl's [A7] sighs
And I [G] see a couple [D] lost in love, the [G] old con-[A7]ductor [D] stands above them
"[G] Tickets please, this [D] ride's not free, six [G] hours to [A7] Montre-[D]al"
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[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|
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[D] I'm headin' out of New [G] York [D] town on [G] some old [A7] number [D] nine
[G] Up north the [D] Hudson's wild and the [G] sun be-[A7]gins to [D] shine
[G] High noon, [D] high tide, [G] six-string [A7] partner [D] by my side
[G] I don't think I ever [D] had a better ride, or at [G] least I [A7] can't re-[D]call one [D]
|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|
|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|[G] . [A7] . |[D] . . .|[D]*
