CHRISTINE (Gabe Zander/BMI) 2002

(fast Bluegrass beat)

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Well, when I'd just turned a man, I said good-bye to my homeland, 
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For my homeland couldn't give me what I'd need;
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You took me into your home, to treat me like one of your own,
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And you showed me all the places to get weed.

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Christine, Christine, won't you come and be my queen;
I know my life can be a wild ride,
But please, Christine, it would be my only dream,
If you'd settle down with me and be my bride.

(break)

Well, the beer selection here, why, it's worse than I had feared,
And half the time I play, I don't get paid,
And I wish to God, Christine, you weren't such a drama queen,
So that every now and then, I might get laid.

(chorus)
(break)

We might be together still, if you hadn't doped up on pills,
And beaten me about the neck and head,
And I might not be in hell, rotting in this cold, dark cell,
If I hadn't took my gun and shot you dead.

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