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e -----------12-----12----------------------12-----12
B--13--13----13------13--13--12--12-----12-----12 (repeat)
C Em
Why are some men born
With minds that earn degrees
The loving cups, gilded plaques
Grace their study walls, hide the cracks while their
Dm G C
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
C Em
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
Dm G C
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
F G
And where they go disdain and jeering
For fools to call the noble peasantry, o how it puzzles
C Em/C/Em
me
C Em
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
Dm G C
For a man aged ninety years no words to waste on sermons
He'd be pleased to answer short and sincere
F G
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
C Em/C/Em
dry
C Em
He ended there with a rattle, cough, cough
I took away the long gone cold coffee cup
C/Em/C/Em
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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