TATTOO'D LADY - Rory Gallagher


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Tattoo'd lady,  bearderd baby, they're my family
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When I was lonely, something told me where I could always be
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Where I could push the penny, if you've got any you'll meet me down 
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      at the shooting gallery
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You know I'm a fair ground baby wonder what made me fall for the pearly Queen



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Well I spent my youth under canvas roof as I roamed from town to town
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I'm not foolin' when I say I got no schoolin' never liked the class-bell sound 
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From inside the caravan I hear the fair-ground band, sounding good as the can be
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You know I can't be found, if you look around, tommorow we'll be gone by dawn



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Now hear it on the loudspeaker say the fire eater is a real fine sight to see
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You know he's a death cheater, some kind of central heater be sure to
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           save a seat for me
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Let me tell you 'bout wicked Sadie she's no baby,
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        the law came and tried to close her side show down
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But soon she had the D.A. cheering, the police chief wearing her garter for a crown 



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Well I spent my youth under canvas roof as I roamed from town to town
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I'm not foolin' when I say I got no schoolin' never liked the class-bell sound 
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From inside the caravan I hear the fair-ground band, sounding good as the can be
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You know I can't be found, if you look around, tommorow we'll be gone by dawn


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Transcribed by Gerard Koot (Amsterdam, Holland)
email: g.koot5@chello.nl