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Intro G C G C
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She cooks him ham and ho'cakes
G C
at five thirty every morn
G C
and she does the dishes
G C
and she irons his uniform
G C
And she thinks she might have loved him once,
G C
but that was so long ago
G C
and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall
G C
over the Gulf of Mexico
G C
The boardwalk's deserted
G C
and the beach is all closed down
G C
and the middle school punk rockers
G C
ride their skateboards through the town
G
And she looks back and she daydreams
C
about paintin' people she's never seen
G C
just to keep from bein' blue
G
and she gets home about a quarter 'till four
C
and she drives her brother to the liquor store
G C
on Ocean Avenue
G C
And I'm parked on the stateline
G C
on this cold November day
G C
and pretty soon I'll be a drivin' fool
G C
somewhere down this lost highway
G
and I here a voice from my soul's core
C
sayin' freedom's just a metaphor
G C
you got nowhere to go
G C
and the rain pours down like a holy waterfall
G C
over the Gulf of Mexico
G C
over the Gulf of Mexico
G C
over the Gulf of Mexico
That's about it.
git er done!
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