Grace Potter and the Nocturnals – Big White Gate (Guitar Acoustic)

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My body's aching   from laying in this bed

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I went singing in the rain

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and the cold got to my head

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I don't know who's paying

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I just know what the doctor said

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84 years of a sinning life

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and in the morning I'll be dead

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I had three daughters,  a new man for every one

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And the only man that I ever loved

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Left me with my only son

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I was a no good mother

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I was a no good wife

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There's only one thing that I did right in this godforsaken life

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Saint Peter, won't you open up the big white gate

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'Cause I heard about forgiveness

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and I hope it ain't too late

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I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king

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That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing

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I sang to my children     before they strayed so far

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I sang for my lovers,    for a nickel in a tip jar

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I never knew Jesus,     I never read the good book

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But on my day of dying, I'm giving life a second look

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Saint Peter, won't you open up the big white gate

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'Cause I heard about forgiveness

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and I hope it ain't too late

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I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king

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That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing

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It's coming on time now,    my body's getting cold

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I've got no will, I've got no prayer

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My story's all been told

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I'm ready for the land of fire

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But I'd love to see the land of gold

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So nurse bring me my guitar, one more song before I go

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Saint Peter, won't you open up the big white gate

        C#m7
'Cause I heard about forgiveness

      Bsus4             Asus2
and I hope it ain't too late

  C#m7          Bsus4      Asus2            F#m
I ain't no holy roller but you go tell your king

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That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing

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That all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing