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Grace Chords

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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-------]
D[---3---3---2------3--3--2-------]
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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