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NO CAPO C#m B
C#mI was born a baby boy a long time aBgo ABack when the hillsides were green and the water would C#mflow B But nC#mights they fall and settle like snoBw I wAatched as the hillsides turned white with nowhere to C#mgo B
AOh think I?m gonna start a C#mfire AOh think I?m gonna start a C#mfire B C#m
Now my hC#meart?s a frozen lake where streams used to floBw ADown to the forest of my mind where memory would C#mgrow B NC#mow I walk amongst the trees where the last sun glowBs The lAeaves are all golden and brown with nowhere toC#m go B
AOh think I?m gonna start a C#mfire AOh think I?m gonna start a C#mfire B C#m
My Askin like these boulders Is crBacking and older With eEach passing year that gC#moes My cAliff face is crumbling SBilently tumbling EDown to the watG#mer beloC#mw And Aif I light a match I?ll be Bable to catch The laG#mst sun before it gAoes
And oh Awell I think I?m gonna start aC#m fire Oh thAink I?m gonna start a C#mfire And Aoh think I?m gonna start a C#mfire nBow
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