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| And | she was a | lady I | say |
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| But | she met a | cowboy who | rode on a | rodeo |
| F | G | C | |
| And | he stole her | heart straight | away |
| C | F | G | C | |
| The | New Jersey | lady she | loved him so | true |
| F | Em | G7 | |
| An | other love | she never | had |
| C | F | G | C | |
| But | cowboys are | lonesome and | cowboys are | blue |
| F | G | C | |
| And | they make the | ladies so | sad |
| F | C | |
| Chorus: | Sing me a | melody |
| F | C | |
| Sing me a | blues |
| F | C | G | C | |
| Walk through the | bottomland | without no | shoes |
| F | C | |
| The Brazos she's | running scared |
| F | C | |
| She heard the | news |
| F | C | G | C | |
| Walk through the | bottomland | without no | shoes |
| C | F | G | C | |
| The | New Jersey | lady knew | he loved her | too |
| F | Em | G7 | |
| And you | know she | tried to hold | on |
| C | F | G | C | |
| But the | rodeo | life was the | life that he | knew |
| F | G | C | |
| He | had to keep | drifting a | long |
| C | F | G | C | |
| She never | married and | she never | would |
| F | Em | G7 | |
| And | all of the | people they'd | say |
| C | F | G | C | |
| The | New Jersey | lady she | just ain't no | good |
| F | G | C | |
| To | follow a | cowboy that | way |
| Chorus |
| F | C | G | C | |
| The | lady she'd | sing him to | sleep in the | night |
| F | Em | G | |
| And | in the | morning he'd | go |
| F | C | G | C | |
| She loved the | darkness and | hated the | light |
| D | G | |
| Along with that damn rode | o |
| C | F | G | C | |
| The | New Jersey | lady the | day that he | died |
| F | Em | G7 | |
| She | covered him | over with | clay |
| C | F | G | C | |
| And | feeling the | wind in the | night as she | cried |
| F | G | C | |
| She heard the | old cowboy | say |
| Chorus |