{t:Paradise} {st:John Prine} {chords_size: 1} {chords_position: 0} {print_chords:yes} {print_major:yes} {print_minor:yes} {print_seventh:yes} {print_bemol:yes} {print_bass_not_root:yes} {font:Title,Comic Sans MS, 24, 0,true,false} {font:SubTitle,Comic Sans MS, 20, 0,true,false} {font:Lyric,Comic Sans MS, 14, 0,false,false} {font:Chord,Arial, 9, 255,true,false} {font:Comment,Comic Sans MS, 8, 16711680,false,false} {font:Tablature,Courier New, 10, 65280,false,false} {font:Header,Comic Sans MS, 10, 0,true,false} {font:Footer,Comic Sans MS, 10, 16777215,true,false} {font:Control,MS Sans Serif, 8, 16711680,false,false} {left_margin: 800} {right_margin: 600} {top_margin: 1000} {botton_margin: 1000} {print_orientation: 1} {comment:3/4 Time} When [C]I was a child my [F]family would [C]travel, down to [C]western [Am]Kentucky where my [G]parents were [C]born. There's a backwards old town that's [F]often rem[C]embered,[F] so many times that my [G]memories are [C]worn. {start_of_chorus} And [C]Daddy won't you take me back to [F]Mulemberg [C]County. Down by the [Am]Green River where [G]paradise [C]lay. I'm sorry my son, but you're [F]too late in [C]askin' Mr. Peabody's [Am]coal train has [G]hauled it [C]away. {end_of_chorus} Well [C]sometimes we'd travel right [F]down the Green [C]River to an [C]abandoned old [Am]prison down [G]by Ebrie [C]Hill. Where the air smelled like snakes we'd [F]shoot with our [C]pistols, but empty pop bottles was [G]all we would [C]kill. {comment:(Chorus)} Then the [C]coal company came with the [F]world's largest [C]shovel, and they tortured the[Am] timber and [G]stripped all the [C]land. Well they dug for their coal 'till the [F]land was for[C]saken, then wrote it all [Am]down as the [G]progress of [C]man. {comment:(Chorus)} When I [C]die let my ashes flow [F]down the Green [C]River. Let my soul roll [Am]on up to the [G]Rochester [C]Dam. I'll be halfway to heaven with [F]paradise [C]waitin' just five miles away from wher[G]ever I [C]am. {comment:(Chorus)}