E Summer is coming, catfish are jumpingD A The willows are weeping up the riverE Mandaddy's wagon comes rattling and draggingA B His magical routeE He's bringing ghost stories and bright penny whistlesD A White Chinese muzzles in tins of gloryE D A E Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road Chorus:B A E My name is Mandaddy and I roam these hillsB A E I sing and I whistle and I'll cure your illsA C#m F# Oh Mandaddy, Oh Mandaddy's gonna cure your illsB E Mandaddy's gonna cure your illsE He walks like a farmer, talks like warm waterD A Smells like tobacco and gun powderE He's bringing red garters and bright copper kettlesA B and brown leather shoesE He says, "I remember when your folks was young'unsD A Laughing and running in Indian summerE D A E They'd watch the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road!" ChorusE Everything changes, it's only naturalD A Nothing remains as it once startedE This time next summer I may not be here, hear what I sayE Children I love you, you make life worth livingE A The rivers worth crossing the gifts worth givingE D A E Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road
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