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CThe postman brought a letter for my darlin C C7 C C7 I told him that she left here long G7ago He Cwondered if I knew where she headed C C7 C C7 I told him GeveG7rything I Cknow CGrC7eenCerC7 CpaC7stuCreC7s Cis C7where Cshe C7can be GfouG7nd G G7 CGreener Fpastures is Cwhere C7my Gbaby G7was Cbound CMy calloused hands tell the story C C7 C C7 COf the hard life and times I have GseeG7n When Call around had fields of plenty C C7 C C7 CThe seeds I Gsowed always came up lCean CGrC7eenCerC7 CpaC7stuCreC7s Cis C7where Cshe C7can be GfouG7nd G G7 CGreener Fpastures is Cwhere C7my Gbaby G7was Cbound
CI Fpromised her a life of milk and Choney I Fpromised her a never ending Clove I Fpromised her she'd never be Cunhappy I gD7uess sometimes a promise ain't enoGugh CGrC7eenCerC7 CpaC7stuCreC7s Cis C7where Cshe C7can be GfouG7nd G G7 CGreener Fpastures is Cwhere C7my Gbaby G7was Cbound