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Intro

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I have ogften told you stories
Fabout the way
I lfived the life of a drifter
wdaiting for the day
When I'd tagke your hand and sing you songs
Then maFybe you would say
gCome lay with me and love me
dAnd I would surely stayD-C-B​

BBut I feCel I'm growing oglderG-F-Eb​
And the soFngs that I have sBung
EDcho in the dgistance
Like the soFund
Of a wBindmill going roEbundEb-D​
Gucess I'll always bde
A soldier of fogrtune.

Solo

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Many times gI've been a traveller
FI looked for something new
In fdays of old when nights were cold
dI wandered without you
But those gdays I thought my eyes
Had seen Fyou standing near
gThough blindness is confusing
dIt shows that you're not here.

BNow I fCeel I'm going oldger ...

Yes, I cEban hear the soFund
of a wiBndmill going rEboundEb-D​
I gucess I'll always bde
a soldier of fogrtune.
I guEbess I'll always bFe
a soldier of foGrtune.