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| Been | so l | ong since a strange woman slept in my bed, |
| D | |
| See how sweet she sleeps, |
| Am | C | G | |
| How fr | ee | must be her dreams. |
| Am | C | G | |
| In an | othe | r lifetime she must of owned the world, |
| G | |
| Or been faithfully wed, |
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| To some righteous king who wrote love songs, |
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| Beside | m | oonlit streams, |
| Am | G | D | Am | C | G | |
| I and I, in | Creation where one's | nature neither | honors nor forgives | , |
| Am | G | D | Am | |
| I and I, O | ne said to the | other, no mans | sees my face and lives. |
| Took an untrodden path once where the swift don't win the race, |
| It goes to the worthy, |
| Who can can divine the word of truth. |
| It took a stranger to see teach me, |
| To look into justices' beautiful face. |
| And to see an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. |
| I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives, |
| I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and lives. |
| Think I'll go out, |
| An' go for a walk. |
| Not much happening here, |
| But then again nothin' ever does. |
| Besides if she wakes up now, |
| She'll just want me to talk, |
| An I got nothing to say, |
| Specially about what ever it was. |
| I and I, in Creation where one's nature neither honors nor forgives, |
| I and I, One said to the other, no mans sees my face and lives. |