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e -----------12-----12----------------------12-----12
B--13--13----13------13--13--12--12-----12-----12 (repeat)
DO MIm
Why are some men born
With minds that earn degrees
The loving cups, gilded plaques
Grace their study walls, hide the cracks while their
REm SOL DO
Genius is turned to works of tyranny, then
Off to market to market, go selling these
With words so fiery and persuasive, they steal cunningly
Riches no one can exceed
DO MIm
And why are some men born with
A fate of poverty
One firm bed for a swollen back
Year by year the bodies wracked while their
REm SOL DO
Obiedience is had with gradual defeat
By the pace, by the pace and the urgency
Through a muddled thought they phase it
God knows we're decieved, barter for what they need
FA SOL
And where they go disdain and jeering
For fools to call the noble peasantry, o how it puzzles
DO MIm/DO/MIm
me
DO MIm
I pressed flat the accordion pleats that had
Gathered in his cotton sleeves while he
Thumbed, yes, thumbed, i wouldn't say caressed
The final piece a mountain's crest
Soon to reply assuredly
REm SOL DO
For a man aged ninety years no words to waste on sermons
He'd be pleased to answer short and sincere
FA SOL
Girl, there's a nonsense in all these heaven measures
It's a heathen creed so your grandma says, but better to live by, drink
it all before it's
DO MIm/DO/MIm
dry
DO MIm
He ended there with a rattle, cough, cough
I took away the long gone cold coffee cup
DO/MIm/DO/MIm
As a trail of Camel ashes
Fell on the floor
end (sort of):
e -----------12--12--12--12-------------12--12--12--12--12
B 13--13--13--13--13--13--12--12--12--12--12--12--13
(there's more stuff going on during the verses, but i don't know
what...so...make something up...)
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