Introduction: D
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x4
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Well I've heard those city singers singin' 'bout how they can love.
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Deeper than the oceans higher than the stars a -bove.
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Well I come from the country and I know I ain't seen it all.
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But I heard that ocean's salty and the stars they sometimes fall.
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And that would not do justice to the way I feel for you.
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So I had to sing a song about all the things I knew.
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My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river.
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Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill.
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D/C#
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My love is purer than the snowflakes, that fall in late De -cember.
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And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill.
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And longer than the song of a whippoor-
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-will
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From the back-roads to the Broadway shows with a million miles be -tween
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There's a least a million love songs that people love to sing
Em
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And everyone is different and everyone's the same
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Em
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An' this is just a -nother way of sayin' the same thing
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My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river
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Em
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A
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
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D/C#
Bm
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late De -cember
Em
F#m
G
And ho nest as a robin on a springtime window sill
Em
A
And longer than the song of a whippoor-
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Em
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will
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My love is deeper than the holler, stronger than the river
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Em
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A
Higher than the pine trees growin' tall upon the hill
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D/C#
Bm
My love is purer than the snowflakes that fall in late De -cember
Em
F#m
G
And honest as a robin on a springtime window sill
Em
A
And longer than the song of a whippoor-
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Bm
Em
A
will
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A whippoor will
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Em
A
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