Merle Haggard

^D I lost my job in Saginaw
^G Working on the railroad
After tw ^D enty years
They just ^Bbm put me on the s ^E7 ide ^A7
Now I'm h ^D ungry in the street
With n ^G o place to hang my h ^Gm at
And n ^D othin' but an ^A7 empty dream to r ^D ide
But,
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^D Under the bridge
I can make believe I'm l ^D7 iving in a c ^G astle
Under the br ^D idge ^Bb7 , my baby and ^E7 me ^A7
And ^D I can pretend that ^D7 I'm a king
^G And this is my ^Gm kingdom
Under the br ^D idge ^A7 , making bel ^D eive
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Hey, the d ^D oors are always open
^G To any old weary traveller
And you'll f ^D ind some great grub
Feedin' h ^Bbm ere bel ^E7 ow ^A7
D Any old bridge can be a ^D7 palace
^G Call it what you w ^Gm an't to
It's a pl ^D ace to be when you g ^A7 ot no place to ^D go
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Thanks for help on the lyrics to:
ah827@rgfn.epcc.Edu (Gene L. Graham)