Souvenirs John Prine

 

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All the snow has turned to water, Christmas days have come and gone

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Broken toys and faded colors, are all that's left to linger on

 

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I hate graveyards and old pawnshops, for they always bring me tears

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Can't forgive the way they rob me, of my childhood souvenirs

 

(Chorus:)

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Memories, that can't be boughten, can't be won at carnivals for free

A D

It took me years, to get those souvenirs

G G A

And I don't know how they slipped away from me

 

D G A7 D

Broken hearts and dirty windows, make life difficult to see

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That's why last night and this morning, always look the same to me

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I hate reading old love letters, for they always bring me tears

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Can't forgive the way they rob me, of my sweetheart souvenirs

 

(repeat chorus) Prepared by Mike Martin