My Feet Are So Weary

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Trying to make myself a man

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Left home when I was seventeen
                           G
Had my first love the next year
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But she proved to be unfaithful
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So I have cried my tears

            Am          D
I can't understand why
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I left my home that day
                    Am           D
I only know that I'm going back
                   G
But I can't pay my way

                       Am       D
Now my feet, they're so weary
                          G
And my legs can't seem to stand
                           Am             D
I've been headed down this broad highway
                        G
Trying to make myself a man

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Ain't got the money for a cup of coffee
                         G
I ain't got money for no food
                Am                   D
Last town that I travelled through
                                G
The people there said I were no good

                       Am          D
Now my feet, they're so weary, lord___
                          G
And my legs can't seem to stand
               Am                   D
Maybe the next town I'm headed for
                     G
They'll try and understand

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