C G C G C G [Verse 1]C G Stephen sprawled across the bed,C G Raised the bottle to his mouth.C G Pictures danced inside his head,C G Gentle breezes from the south,C G Cotton fields with voices ringin' low,C G Old Black Joe. [Verse 2]C G And here's to one tender and fairC G Jeannie with the light brown hairC G Raised a banjo to her knee,C G Sang a lovely melody.C G Weep no more, my lady; shed your care.C G C G I'll be there. [CHORUS]Am Em Am Em C And the Swanee River runs outside the door,Am Em Am Em C And the whiskey bottles gather on the floor,Am Em Am Em C And the camp-town ladies stop and ring the bellG C Of the American Hotel. [Verse 3]C G He wrote a song for ev'ryone,C G Lifted hearts throughout the land.C G Now his world's an empty one,C G A broken dream and a tremblin' hand,C G Sad and weary ev'rywhere he'd roam,C G Kentucky home. [CHORUS]Am Em Am Em C And the Swanee River runs outside the door,Am Em Am Em C And the whiskey bottles gather on the floor,Am Em Am Em C And the camp-town ladies stop and ring the bellG C Of the American Hotel. [CHORUS]Am Em Am Em C And the Swanee River runs outside the door,Am Em Am Em C And the whiskey bottles gather on the floor,Am Em Am Em C And the camp-town ladies stop and ring the bellG C Of the American Hotel.
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