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Song Title:     Pockets of my Jeans
Artist:         Koos Kombuis
Tabbed By:      Alex B Broadway
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Intro:
G C D C x 3

G                  C               D       C
I saw you turn the other cheek and smile.
G                  C               D       C
I saw my father walk that lonely mile.
G                  C               D       C
I saw a girl with a guitar at the crack of dawn.
G                              C                D           C
I saw a beggar sitting in the cold with just an old Nirvana T-Shirt on.

G C D C x 2

G                   C       D                C
I saw the flames of Jupiter reach across the sky.
G                        C                         D                  C
I saw a preacher selling expensive lies, and didnt bother to ask him why.
G                         C                  D                            C
I saw four young men from nowhere change the world with yeah, yeah, yeah.
G                       C           D            C
I saw blood against the window of a florist shop somewhere.

G C D C x 2

Em
There's so many things I saw today, I don't know what do or say,
G             D                C
I'm scared of thinking what it means
Em
I just thought you'd like to see them too, so I bought these pictures home to you

G              D          Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G              D          Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G              D          C
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans

G C D C x 2

G                    C              D         C
I heard the winter's first and only snowflake fall.
G                             C                 D             C
I heard the sound of rustling skirts like Degas sketches in a mall
G                          C            D              C
I heard the whisper of the traffic in a hubcap down on second beach.
G                     C               D                     C
I heard the crying of discarded kids, somewhere desperately out of reach.
G                            C         D           C
I heard the bells of freedom chime for black South Africa
G                           C                           C          D
I heard Americans talk like Americans, pretending to be Americans, 

everywhere, even in America

Em
Theres so many things I heard today, I don't know what to do or say.
G            D                C
I'm scared of thinking what it means
Em  
I just thought you'd like to hear them too, so I bought their soundtrack back 

to you

G              D          Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G              D          Em
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans
G              D          C
Stuffed in the pockets of my jeans

G C D C x 4

G                 C              D             C
I know the end is coming, and it doesnt matter when.
G                   C             D                    C
I know the end is a beginning, it happens ever now and then.
G                  C     D       C
Worlds collide and tears explode.
G                 C             D           C
Our songs are S.O.S. percussion messages in Morse code

G                   C                D          C
I know the kids can hear me, there's nothing to explain
G                 C                           D                  C
I hear murmurs of disapproval, but they won't make me change my name again

G C D C x 2

Em
So whatever this is all about, I'll say it straight; I'll sing it out.
G                       C               D     C
We don't need no one to tell us what it means
Em
I'm sure you got some pictures too, with no one else to show them to
G              D               Em
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans
G              D               Em
Stuffed in the pockets of your jeans
G              D              C
Stuffed in the pockets of our jeans

G C D C x 2
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