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Mandaddy

Trout Fishing In America
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 Summer  is coming, catfish are jumping
 The  willows are weeping  up the river
 Mandaddy's  wagon comes rattling and dragging
 His  magical  route
 He's  bringing ghost stories and bright penny whistles
 White  Chinese muzzles  in tins of glory
 Look  on the horizon and see the  dust rolling  down  the road
 My  name is Mandaddy and I  roam these  hills
 I  sing and I whistle and I'll  cure your  ills
 Oh  Mandaddy, Oh  Mandaddy's gonna cure your  ills
 Mandaddy's  gonna cure your ills
 He  walks like a farmer, talks like warm water
 Smells  like tobacco  and gun powder
 He's  bringing red garters and bright copper kettles
 and  brown leather  shoes
 He  says, "I remember when your folks was young'uns
 Laughing  and running  in Indian summer
 They'd  watch the horizon and  see the  dust rolling  down the road!"
 Everything  changes, it's only natural
 Nothing  remains as it  once started
 This  time next summer I may not be here, hear what I say
 Children  I love you, you make life worth living
 The  rivers worth crossing  the gifts worth giving
 Look  on the horizon and see the  dust  rolling  down the road

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Readable chord sheet for Mandaddy by Trout Fishing In America

S[E]ummer is coming, catfish are jumping

T[D]he willows are we[A]eping up the river

M[E]andaddy's wagon comes rattling and dragging

H[A]is magica[B]l route

H[E]e's bringing ghost stories and bright penny whistles

W[D]hite Chinese muzzles[A] in tins of glory

L[E]ook on the horizon and see t[D]he dust [A]rolling do[E]wn the road

M[B]y name is Mandaddy and I[A] roam these[E] hills

I[B] sing and I whistle and I'[A]ll cure your[E] ills

O[A]h Mandaddy, Oh[C#m] Mandaddy's gonna cure your[F#] ills

M[B]andaddy's gonna cure your [E]ills

H[E]e walks like a farmer, talks like warm water

S[D]mells like tobac[A]co and gun powder

H[E]e's bringing red garters and bright copper kettles

a[A]nd brown lea[B]ther shoes

H[E]e says, "I remember when your folks was young'uns

L[D]aughing and running[A] in Indian summer

T[E]hey'd watch the horizon an[D]d see the[A] dust roll[E]ing down the road!"

E[E]verything changes, it's only natural

N[D]othing remains as i[A]t once started

T[E]his time next summer I may not be here, hear what I say

C[E]hildren I love you, you make life worth living

T[E]he rivers worth crossing[A] the gifts worth giving

L[E]ook on the horizon and see t[D]he dus[A]t rolling[E] down the road

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