1{title: Live Oak}
 2{composer: Jason Isbell}
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 9[N.C.]There's a man who walks beside me he is who I used to be,
10[N.C.]and I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me
11[N.C.]And I wonder who she's pining for on nights I'm not around
12Could it [Dm]be the man who [Am7]did the things I'm [Fmaj7]living down
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16I was [Am]rougher than the timber [C/B]shipping [C]out of Fond du Lac
17When I [Dm]headed south at [Am7]seventeen, the [Fmaj7]sheriff on my back
18I'd [Am]never held a lover [C/B]in my [C]arms or in my gaze,
19So I [Dm]found another [Am7]victim every [Fmaj7]couple days
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23But the [Am]night I fell in love with [C/B]her, I [C]made my weakness known
24To the [Dm]fighters and the [Am7]farmers digging [Fmaj7]dusty fields alone
25The [Am]jealous innuendos of the [C/B]lonely-hearted [C]men
26Let me [Dm]know what kind of [Am7]country I was [Fmaj7]sleeping in
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30Well you [Am]couldn't stay a loner [C/B]on the [C]plains before the war
31When my [Dm]neighbors took to [Am7]slightin' me, I [Fmaj7]had to ask what for
32[Am]Rumors of my wicked[C/B]ness had [C]reached our little town
33Soon she'd [Dm]heard about the [Am7]boys I used to [Fmaj7]hang around
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37We'd [Am]robbed a great-lakes freighter, [C/B]killed a [C]couple men aboard
38When I [Dm]told her, her eyes [Am7]flickered like the [Fmaj7]sharp steel of a sword
39All the [Am]things that she'd suspected, [C/B]I'd [C]expected her to fear
40         Dm                 Am7           Fmaj7
41Was the [Dm]truth that drew her [Am7]to me when I [Fmaj7]landed here
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45There's a [Am]man who walks beside me [C/B]he is [C]who I used to be,
46And I [Dm]wonder if she [Am7]sees him and [Fmaj7]confuses him with me
47And I [Am]wonder who she's pining for [C/B]on [C]nights I'm not around
48Could it [Dm]be the man who [Am7]did the things I'm [Fmaj7]living down
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52|| Am . .   C/B | C     . . . |
53|  Dm . Am7 .   | Fmaj7 . . . |
54|  Am . .   C/B | C     . . . |
55|  Dm . Am7 .   | Fmaj7 . . . ||
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59Well I [Am]carved her cross from live oak and [C/B]her [C]box from short-leaf pine,
60And [Dm]buried her so [Am7]deep, she'd touch the [Fmaj7]water table line
61And [Am]picked up what I needed and [C/B]I [C]headed south again
62To my[Dm]self, I wondered, "[Am7]Would I ever [Fmaj7]find another friend"
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65There's a [Am]man who walks beside her, [C/B]he is [C]who I used to be,
66And I [Dm]wonder if she [Am7]sees him and [Fmaj7]confuses him with me