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E
Summer is coming, catfish are jumping
D A
The willows are weeping up the river
E
Mandaddy's wagon comes rattling and dragging
A B
His magical route
E
He's bringing ghost stories and bright penny whistles
D A
White Chinese muzzles in tins of glory
E D A E
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road
Chorus
B A E
My name is Mandaddy and I roam these hills
B A E
I sing and I whistle and I'll cure your ills
A C#m F#
Oh Mandaddy, Oh Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
B E
Mandaddy's gonna cure your ills
E
He walks like a farmer, talks like warm water
D A
Smells like tobacco and gun powder
E
He's bringing red garters and bright copper kettles
A B
and brown leather shoes
E
He says, "I remember when your folks was young'uns
D A
Laughing and running in Indian summer
E D A E
They'd watch the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road!"
Chorus
E
Everything changes, it's only natural
D A
Nothing remains as it once started
E
This time next summer I may not be here, hear what I say
E
Children I love you, you make life worth living
E A
The rivers worth crossing the gifts worth giving
E D A E
Look on the horizon and see the dust rolling down the road
Chorus
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