Song Of The Old Rake

[G]            [D]        [G]

[G] Pretty child come here to me   Listen to my story
[D] Won't you sit down on my [G]knee
[G] Your eyes are like your mother's    And your mother's mother's
[D] Deeper than the deep blue [G]sea

[C] All them girls I [G]used to love
[D] By the fire all a[G]lone I sit dreaming of
[C] All them girls I [G]used to hold
[D] I made their love turn [G]cold

These old bones are aching
These old hands are shaking
Lord I can't see the page
Sing me the song I taught you
Fetch my wine and water
Never thought I'd reach this stage

All them girls I used to know
Like a fool acting smart I let them go
All them girls a long time gone
I lost them one by one

All them girls with their creamy skin
What I'd give just to have one in my arms again
Oh my girl when you start to play
Don't give your heart away

All them girls I used to kiss
I don't know how my days all came down to this
All them girls I used to hold
I made their love turn cold

Oh my girl when you start to play
Don't give your heart away