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Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2001 23:06:27 -0700 (PDT)
 From: Logan Gibbons <zha_ha_dum@yahoo.com>
 Subject: editted submissions
 The Fox
 Nickel Creek
      G		                                               D
 The fox went out on a chilly night, He prayed for the moon to give him light 
        G               C	
 For he'd many a mile to go that night,
    G        D          G       D       G
 Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o 
       C             G                  D                   G
 He'd many a mile to go that night, before he reached the town-o
 
 
 He ran 'til he came to the farmer's pen, The ducks and the geese were kept therein 
 He said, "A couple of you gonna grease my chin
 Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o."
 A couple of you are gonna grease my chin, before I leave this town-o
 
 He grabbed the great goose by the neck, And he threw a duck across his back
 And he didn't mind the quack, quack
 And the legs all dangling down-o, down-o, down-o
 He didn't mind the quack, quack and the legs all dangling down-o
 
 The old grey woman jumped out of bed, Out of the window she popped her head
 Crying John, John, the great goose is gone
 And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o
 John, John, the great goose is gone and the fox is on the town-o
 
 He ran 'til he came to his nice warm den, And there were the little ones, eight, nine, ten
 Sayin' "Daddy, Daddy, better go back again
 For it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o"
 Daddy, Daddy, go back again for it must be mighty fine town-o
 
 The fox and his wife, without any strife, Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife
 And they never had such a supper in their life
 And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
 They never had such a supper in their life, And the little ones chewed on the bones
 
 
 G - D / G - C / G - D - G - D - G / C - G - D - D