The Balled Of Saint Annes Reel chords by The Stillwater Hobos

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He was stranded in a tiny town on fair Prince Edward Island
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Waiting for a ship to come and find him
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A one horse place, a friendly face, some coffee, and a tiny trace
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Of fiddling in the distance far behind him.


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And a dime across the counter then, a shy hello, a brand new friend
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A walk along the street in the wintry weather
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A yellow light, an open door, and a welcome friend there's room for more
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And then they're standing there inside together.

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He said I've heard that tune before somewhere but I can't remember when
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Was it on some other friendly shore, did I hear it in the wind
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Was it written on the sky above, I think I heard it from someone I love
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But I never heard it sound so sweet since then.

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And now his feet begin to tap and a little boy says I'll take your cap
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And he spun off in the magic of her smile
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And leaped the heart within him went when off across the floor he sent
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His clumsy body graceful as a child.

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He said there's magic in the fiddlers and there's magic in this town
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There's magic in the dancers' feet and the way they put them down
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People smiling everywhere, boots and fiddles, locks of hair,
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And laughter oh blue suits and Easter gowns.

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The sailor's gone, the room is bare, the old piano's sitting there
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Someone's hat's left hanging on the rack
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The empty chairs, the wooden floor that feels the touch of shoes no more
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A-waiting for the dancers to come back.

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And the fiddle's in the closet of some daughter of the town
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The strings are broke, the bow is gone, and the cover?s buttoned down
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But sometimes on December nights when the air is cold and the wind is right
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There's a melody that passes through the town.