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[Verse]

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Oh, I used to wish I was a hard line taker...and they'd say,
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"Six to one a half dozen'll break her,"
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'Till I fell in love with a young man who sang the blues
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Oh, bless my daddy, he warned me well
     Bm
He'd whisper in my ear and say, "Now look out, gal...
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There's always a ne'er do well gonna call you the fool"

[Chorus]

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He said, "You'll never learn to fish on a borrowed line
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You'll never learn to write if you're walkin' 'round cryin'
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And it's a pity that your lover died young, but...
       Cm                        G
You'll never get tired of livin' alone."

[Verse]

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So, now I dream of the lover that I don't know
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It's safer this way 'cuz I don't have to go...
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Oh, and he won't come...so nobody goes away
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Sometimes I wish for the warmth of his hand
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Take a look in these eyes and understand
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I'm just a little too old to be a-learnin' the rules of the game

[Chorus]

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He said, "You'll never learn to fish on a borrowed line
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You'll never learn to write if you're walkin' 'round cryin'
           C              G
And it's a pity that your lover died young, but...
       Cm                        G
You'll never get tired of livin' alone."

[Solo/Break]

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[Verse]

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Oh, maybe I could take him to Mexico
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We'd kick our heels in the warm cloudy gulf
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He'd sing a song about the weather in the Poconos;
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This lover that I don't know
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Then two hearts would pound 'stead of one in the night
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I'd learn to fish with my own line
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Catch that dream and hope that line would hold

[Chorus]

                 C                        G
He said, "You'll never learn to fish on a borrowed line
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You'll never learn to write if you're walkin' 'round cryin'
           C              G
And it's a pity that your lover died young, but...
       Cm                        G
You'll never get tired of livin' alone."
      Cm                        G
No, I never get tired of livin' alone
             Cm                              G
Sometimes my feet get cold...when I'm livin' alone...

[Outro]

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