KENNY ROGERS
Coward of the County 
Tom: C  
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Everyone considered him the coward of the county
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He never stood one single time to prove the county wrong.
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His mama named him Tommy, the folks just called him yellow,
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But someting always told me they were reading Tommy wrong.
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He was only ten years old when his daddy died in prison;
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I looked after Tommy cause he was my brother's son.
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I still recall the final words my brother said to Tommy;
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"Son my life is over but yours is just begun"
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"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done,
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Walk away from trouble if you can.
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It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek;
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I hope you're old enough to understand,
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Son you don't have to fight to be a man."
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There's someone for everyone and Tommy's love was Becky,
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In her arms he didn't have to prove he was a man.
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One day while he was working, the Gatlin boys came callin',
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They took turns at Becky, there was three of them!
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Tommy opened up the door and saw his Becky cryin',
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The torn dress, the shattered look was more than he could stand.
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He reached above the fireplace and took down his daddy's picture.
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As his tears fell on his daddy's face, he heard these words again;
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"Promise me, son, not to do the things I've done,
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Walk away from trouble if you can.
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It won't mean you're weak if you turn the other cheek;
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I hope you're old enough to understand,
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Son you don't have to fight to be a man."
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The Gatlin Boys just laughed at him when he walked into the bar room.
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One of them got up and met him halfway 'cross the floor.
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When Tommy turned areound they said, "Hey look ol' yellow's leavin'."
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But you coulda heard a pin drop when Tommy stopped and blocked the door.
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Twenty years of crawling was bottled up inside him,
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He wasn't holding nothin' back he let 'em have it all.
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When Tommy left the bar room not a Gatlin boy was standin',
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He said this one's for Becky," as he watched the last one fall.
(And I heard him say)
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I promised you Dad not to do the things you done,
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I walk away from trouble when I can.
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Now please don't think I'm weak I didn't turn the other cheek,
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And Poppa, I sure hope you understand:
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Sometimes you gotta fight when you're a man.
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Everyone considered him the coward of the county.
Buy me a Rose
Tom: C
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1. He works hard to give her all he thinks she wants,
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    a three-car garage, her own credit card.
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    He pulls in late to wake her up,     with a kiss goodnight
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    if he could only read her mind, she'd say:
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Buy me a rose, call me from work,
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open a door for me, what would it hurt?
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Show me you love me by the look in your eyes,
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these are the little things I need the most in my life.
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2. Now the days have grown to years of feelin' all alone,
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    and she can't help but wonder what she's doing wrong.
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    'cause lately she tried anything      to turn his head,
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    would it make a difference if she said :
+ REFRAIN 
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    And the more that he lives, the less that he tries,
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    to show her the love that he holds inside.
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    And the more that she gives, the more that he sees,
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    this is the story of you - and me.

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    So I bought you a rose on the way home from work,
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    to open the door to a heart that I hurt.
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    And I hope you notice this look in my eyes,
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    'cause I'm gonna make things right for the rest of your life.
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    And I'm gonna hold you tonight - -
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    do all those little things for the rest of your life.
The Gambler 
Tom: D
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On a warm summer's evenin' on a train bound for nowhere,
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I met up with the gambler; we were both too tired to sleep.
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So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
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'til boredom overtook us, and he began to speak.
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He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces,
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and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
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And if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you're out of aces.
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For a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."
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So I handed him my bottle and he drank down my last swallow.
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Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
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And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression.
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Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, ya gotta learn to play it right.
CHORUS:
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You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
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know when to walk away and know when to run.
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You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
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There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
[Slide capo to 2nd fret]
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Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
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is knowin' what to throw away and knowing what to keep.
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'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner and ev'ry hand's a loser,
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and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
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And when he'd finished speakin', he turned back towards the window,
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crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
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And somewhere in the darkness the gambler, he broke even.
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But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
CHORUS:
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You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em,
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know when to walk away and know when to run.
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You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
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There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
[Repeat chorus once and end]
The Gambler (Outro Tom)
Tom: A
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On a warm summer's evening on a train bound for nowhere
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I met up with a gambler. We were both too tired to sleep.
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So we took turns a starin' out the window at the darkness
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till boredom overtook us and he began to speak.
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He said, "Son, I've made a life out of readin' people's faces
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and knowin' what their cards were by the way they held their eyes.
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So if you don't mind my sayin' I can see you're out of aces,
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for a taste of your whiskey I'll give you some advice."
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So I handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow.
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Then he bummed a cigarette and asked me for a light.
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And the night got deathly quiet and his face lost all expression.
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Said, "If you're gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it
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right."
CHORUS:
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"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em.
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Know when to walk away and know when to run.
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You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
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There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done."
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"Ev'ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin'
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Is knowin' what to throw away and knowin' what to keep.
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'Cause ev'ry hand's a winner, and ev'ry hand's a loser.
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And the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep."
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And when he'd finished speakin' he turned back toward the window.
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Crushed out his cigarette and faded off to sleep.
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And somewhere in the darkness the gambler he broke even.
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But in his final words I found an ace that I could keep.
CHORUS:
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"You got to know when to hold 'em, know when to fold 'em.
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Know when to walk away and know when to run.
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You never count your money when you're sittin' at the table.
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There'll be time enough for countin' when the dealin's done.
(Repeat CHORUS)
Lucille
Tom:A
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In a bar in To-ledo ac-ross from the depot on a 
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bar stool she took off her ring
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I thought i'd get closer so I walked on over I 
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sat down and asked her name
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When the drinks finally hit her she said I'm no 
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quitter but I finally quit livin on dreams
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I'm hungry for laughter and here ever after I'm
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after what-ever the other life brings
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In the mirror I saw him and I closely watched him I 
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thought how he looked out of place
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He came to the woman who sat there be-side me he 
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had a strange look on his face
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The big hands were calloused he looked like a 
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mountain for a minute I thought I was dead
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But he started shaking his big heart was 
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breaking he turned to the woman and said
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You picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille 
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with four hungry children and a crop in the field
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I've had some bad times lived through some sad times but 
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this time your hurting won't heal
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you picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille.
 
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After he left us I ordered more whisky I thought how she'd 
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made him look small
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From the lights of the bar room to a rented ho-tel room we 
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walked without talking at all
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She was a beauty but when she came to me she 
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must have thought I'd lost my mind
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I could'nt hold her 'cos the words that told her kept 
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coming back time after time
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You picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille 
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with four hungry children and a crop in the field
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I've had some bad times lived through some sad times but 
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this time your hurting won't heal
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you picked a fine time to leave me Lu-cille.