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G6 0 0 2 0 0 0

G open 0 0 0 0 0 0

D7 0 1 2 0 2 0

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														Intro:

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Verse:

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Down by the river junior year walking with my girl,

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	and we came upon a plac	e

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There in the tall grass, where a couple had been making love

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	and left the mark of their	embrace

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	I said to her, "Looks	like they had some fun"

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	She said to me "Let's	do the same"

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And still I taste her kisses and her freckles in the sun

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	when I play the poet game.

To Intro:

A young man in the hill country in the year of '22

went to see his future bride.

She lived in a rough old shack that poverty blew through

She invited him inside.

She'd been cooking, ashamed and feeling sad,

she could only offer him bread and her name.

Grandpa said that was the best gift a fella ever had

and he taught me the poet game.

I had a friend who drank too much and played too much guitar

and we sure got along.

Reel-to-reels rolled across the country near and far

with letters, poems, and songs

but these days he won't talk to me and he won't tell me why.

I miss him every time I say his name.

I don't know what he's doing or why our friendship died

while we played the poet game.

The fall rain was pounding down on an old New Hampshire mill

and the river wild and high.

I was talking to her while leaves blew down like a sudden chill.

There was wildness in her eyes.

We made love like we'd been waiting all our lives for this

Strangers know no shame.

But she had to leave at dawn and with a sticky farewell kiss

left me to play the poet game.

I watched my country turn into a coast-to-coast strip mall

and I cried out in a song.

If we could do all that in 30 years, then tell me you all

Why does good change take so long?

Why does the color of your skin or who you choose to love

still lead to such anger and pain?

And why do I think it's any help for me to still dream

of playing the poet game?

Sirens wail above the fields, another soul gone down

another sun about to rise.

I've lost track of my mistakes,

like birds they fly around and darken half my skies.

To all of those I've hurt, I pray you will forgive me.

I to you will freely do the same.

So many things I didn't see, with my eyes turned inside,

playing the poet game.

I walk out at night to take a leak underneath the stars.

Oh yeah that's the life for me.

There's Orion and the Pleiades and I guess that must be Mars.

All as clear as we long to be.

I've sung what I was given, some was bad and some was good.

I never did know from where it came

and if I had to do it all again, I am not sure I would

play the poet game.

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Bob Steidl

Dept. Fisheries and Wildlife

Oregon State University

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