THE FOLK SINGER
(Merle Kilgore)

He [Eb]used to sing his [Fm]songs to his [Gm]Sarah [Fm]Jane, the folk [Bb7][Eb]singer
[Ab][Bb7]His [Eb]songs filled with [Fm]love made the [Gm]mountains [Fm]ring, the folk [Bb7][Eb]singer
[Fm7][Eb7]At [Ab]first Sarah Jane was to [Gm]be his bride
But [Fm7]as his fame [Bb6]grew she was [Eb]pushed [Fm7]aside
[Bb7]Sweet [Eb]mountain [Fm]girl would [Gm]say good-[Fm]bye to the folk [Bb7][Eb]singer

He let his hair grow long and he dressed in style, the folk singer
His voice was pure and the fans went wild for the folk singer
He said Sarah Jane was much too plain
So he left her alone as he gained more fame
But sorrow will come like a mountain rain to the folk singer

Lavished in glory, fortune at his feet, the folk singer
Awoke one morning and he couldn't speak, the folk singer
The doctors said his singing days were through
Thousands wept, Sarah Jane did too
He could not sing, now his friends were few, the folk singer

Sick at heart in the mountains again, the folk singer
Now Sarah Jane didn't look so plain to the folk singer
Oh the power of love can do strange things
'Cause love has made him sing again
Only now he sings for his Sarah Jane, the folk singer
And once again the mountains ring, the folk singer