Matterhorn

CAPO ON THE 2nd FRET
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We started out from Bern one sunny august morn
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there was just the four of us against the matterhorn
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there was albert the australian and John the Irishman
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me and bill from Britian, and mad dogs in the sun
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Matterhorn, Matterhorn men have died men have tried to
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climb the matterhorn, that mighty Matterhorn
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two miles up we lost john and the ration fell below
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now al and bill are lying beneath an avelanche of snow
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now here i am alone and i know i cannot stop
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two more yards in front of me before i reach the top
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Now here i am a dying upon the Matterhorn
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not a thing for me to lie in or a thing to keep me warm
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the queen would surly kinght me if i could get back down
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but its closer her to heaven that it is back to the ground