Paradise John Prine
When [C]I was a child my [F]family would [C]travel,
down to [C]western [Am]Kentucky where my [G]parents were [C]born.
There's a backwards old town that's [F]often rem[C]embered,[F]
so many times that my [G]memories are [C]worn.
And [C]Daddy won't you take me back to [F]Mulemberg [C]County.
Down by the [Am]Green River where [G]paradise [C]lay.
I'm sorry my son, but you're [F]too late in [C]askin'
Mr. Peabody's [Am]coal train has [G]hauled it [C]away.
Well [C]sometimes we'd travel right [F]down the Green [C]River
to an [C]abandoned old [Am]prison down [G]by Ebrie [C]Hill.
Where the air smelled like snakes we'd [F]shoot with our [C]pistols,
but empty pop bottles was [G]all we would [C]kill.
Then the [C]coal company came with the [F]world's largest [C]shovel,
and they tortured the[Am] timber and [G]stripped all the [C]land.
Well they dug for their coal 'till the [F]land was for[C]saken,
then wrote it all [Am]down as the [G]progress of [C]man.
When I [C]die let my ashes flow [F]down the Green [C]River.
Let my soul roll [Am]on up to the [G]Rochester [C]Dam.
I'll be halfway to heaven with [F]paradise [C]waitin'
just five miles away from wher[G]ever I [C]am.
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