Rhonda Vincent – Wishing Well Blues (Guitar)

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There's a sign on the cafe window

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It says closed please call again.

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If only you'd been wearing that sign on your heart,

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I never would have tried to come in.

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I've heard that true love will make you survive

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When a pushin comes to a shove.

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But I may as well have tried to hold back the tide

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As to try and go and win your love.

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So throw me a penny in the wishing well

     G           A           D
Keep knocking my fist on the wood.

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Sometimes I got to laugh at this funny old world,

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When crying seems to do me no good.

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There were nights when I wander on the streets alone,

           G           A      D
I see your face in the stars above.

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But I may as well have tried to hold back the tide,

      G              A        D
As to try and go and win your love.

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There's a sign on the hotel doorway

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That says no vacancy.

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If only I'd known you felt that way,

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I could have smiled and walked on by.

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I've heard that true love can lift you off your feet,

   G              A          D
As if you had the wings of a dove.

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But I may as well have tried to hold back the tide

      G              A        D
As to try and go and win your love.

   D          A            D
So throw me a penny in the wishing well

     G           A             D
Keep knocking my fist from the wood.

    D              G             D
Sometimes I got to laugh at this funny old world,

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When crying seems to do me no good.

           D             A             Bm       D
There were nights when I wander on the streets alone,

           G           A      D
I see your face in the stars above.

      D           A             G             D
But I may as well have tried to hold back the tide,

      G              A        D
As to try and go and win your love.

      D           A             G             D
Yes I may as well have tried to hold back the tide,

      G              A        D
As to try and go and win your love.