grace
intro & verse riff :
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C
if i was the lone ranger hidin’ behind a mask
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there wouldn’t be any danger to the questions i ask
C
whatcha say pocahontas , trade in your feathers and beads
C
for an electric blanket and a packet of cigs
F D C
“you bet” , that’s what she said
if i had me a needle for every bubble i popped
bind ’em all like one , you would hear that pin drop
like a gunshot , like a shot
if i was a world leader , i would not mislead the world
i would not miss anything
miss america knows that it’s only a pagaent , that’s it’s only a show
isn’t any film in the camera , these aren’t even my clothes
no , no , no , no , miss america knows
you remember houdini , not a shackle could hold
cut a trapdoor into heaven to escape growin’ old
guess he just couldn’t hack it , bundled up for the cold
double – breasted straightjacket , french handcuffs of gold
no , no , no , no , he escaped grown’ old
grace
intro & verse riff :
E [ – – – 0 – – – 0 – – – 0 – – – – – – 0 – – 0 – – 0 – – – – – – – ]
B [ – – – 1 – – – 1 – – – 1 – – – – – – 1 – – 1 – – 1 – – – – – – – ]
G [ – – – 0 – – – 0 – – – 0 – – – – – – 0 – – 0 – – 0 – – – – – – – ]
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A [ – – – 3 – – – 3 – – – 3 – – – – – – 3 – – 3 – – 3 – – – – – – – ]
E [ – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – ]
C
if i was the lone ranger hidin’ behind a mask
C
there wouldn’t be any danger to the questions i ask
C
whatcha say pocahontas , trade in your feathers and beads
C
for an electric blanket and a packet of cigs
F D C
“you bet” , that’s what she said
if i had me a needle for every bubble i popped
bind ’em all like one , you would hear that pin drop
like a gunshot , like a shot
if i was a world leader , i would not mislead the world
i would not miss anything
miss america knows that it’s only a pagaent , that’s it’s only a show
isn’t any film in the camera , these aren’t even my clothes
no , no , no , no , miss america knows
you remember houdini , not a shackle could hold
cut a trapdoor into heaven to escape growin’ old
guess he just couldn’t hack it , bundled up for the cold
double – breasted straightjacket , french handcuffs of gold
no , no , no , no , he escaped grown’ old
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