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Freelance Fireworks Hall Of Fame Chords

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[Intro]
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Here in South Carolina
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We do things different
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When it comes to fireworks, we don't hire professionals
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We are professionals 
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We got what you call 'freelance firework shows'
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This song is a tribute to an elite set of men
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Who exercised their inalienable right
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To shoot off fireworks


[Verse]
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Bobby taught us by example 
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Not to look down a Roman candle when you light it
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He lost his right eye, but you know 
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He's a better-looking guy without it 

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And that jumbo bottle rocket Don lit in his pocket
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Would've flew if it weren't for his belt loop
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We were listening to Elvis when it shattered his pelvis
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But it was cool 'cause it blew right at the end of Don't Be Cruel


[Chorus]
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This song is for all our pyrotechnical heroes
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What they lacked in discretion they made up in combustion
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The ones who lit the fuse and wound up
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Dead, injured or lame
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We saltute you 
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The fallen founding fathers of the Freelance Fireworks Hall of Fame


[Verse]
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Remember when Jed filled his pickup truck bed
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Full of fireworks for a big time that night
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One cigarette out his window
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Made for one historical lightshow and to me
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A poetic way to die 

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But the best has got to be
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Bills ingenuity
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With a man-sized rocket, duct tape and a lawn chair
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Well he did good I reckon
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He flew a full eight seconds
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Without spilling one drop of his beer


[Chorus]
     D                                 A
This song is for all our pyrotechnical heroes
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Risking mutilation
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All for detonation
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They ignited the firestorm
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Now we fan the flame
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We salute you
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The fallen founding fathers of the Freelance Fireworks Hall of Fame
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