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| C F | C | Dm | G | | I | got a pro... blem... The weather's getting cold... |
| | G F | C | | The | northern wind blows sharp & swift my jackets worn and old |
| Am | C | Dm | G | | But | all I need to know is in the tales my poppa told |
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| Am | C | Am | F | | I | choose a pelt that thick and warm... measure twice and chalk my form |
| Am | C G | | F | | I | cut and stitch 'ere com-ing sto-o-orm... | | | And now I'm |
| F C | | | | | | safe and snug |
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| C F | C | Dm | G | | I | got a pro... blem... It seems I lost my way... |
| | G F | C | | I've | journeyed forth to lands unknown been wandering all day |
| Am | C | Dm | G | | I | need some help. Can I recall what did my momma say? |
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| Am | C | Am | F | | I | lift my eyes up past the air. Follow the tail of Greater Bear |
| Am | C G | | F | | I | see that north is over there... | | | And now I'm |
| F C | | | | | | homeward bound |
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| C F | C | Dm | G | | I | got a pro... blem... What if this lore's not true? |
| | G F | C | | What | if what worked in days of old don't work for me and you? |
| Am | C | Dm | G | | I | don't despair I got a plan; what grampa said to do! |
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| Am | C | Am | F | | I | check the facts with my own eyes I do the math, I analyze |
| Am | C G | | F | | I | get a p less than 0h five | | | And now that |
| F C | | | | | | problem's solved |
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| C F | C | Dm | G | | I | got a pro... blem... Results won't replicate! |
| | G F | C | | A | garden full of forking paths, the choice to speak too late |
| Am | C | Dm | G | | | Can Sol'monoff quite help me here? Do I, um, hang out, wait... |
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| C | | | | | | I... I got a problem. |