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Truth About Us ukulele

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There is no strumming pattern for this song yet. and get +5 IQ
Can't find the lyrics anywhere, so I did my best, been wanting to play this for a 
long time, sounds about right to me.  
the D is a C chord shape slid up to the 5th fret like so (at least, thats what is done live).  
Listen to the song for pace/strum pattern, I tried to get the chords lined up on 
exactly the right words, 
but where I put them and this tab submission thing puts them are two very different places.

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e- 0
B- 3
G- 0
D- 4
A- 5
E- x

Intro: F

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When we rode into town we didnt have horses
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We had fate by the balls and destinys face turned in
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We settled for less on loves dusty trail
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We wanted something more than just an ok coral
F			                        	           F
Take the skeletons from the closet, put em under the floor
F			                                       F
Lets settle up on boothill to the view we adore
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Heres the truth about us, we get exhumed by assumption
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We have to work hard, have to get on a talk show
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Let the host root around, see where it goes
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If thats too far well bust a chair right over his nose
F			                                          F
Take a bite of the big apple while the room is for free
F			          	                    	 F
Spit the pulp into the Hudson like it was British tea
     Dm		                    F				        
Aw marina, marina, its sad and its lonely, 
F			                               Am
when your pointing the gun at the president
	Dm		                   F			    
Im a flunky with a rifle, Im an NRA golden boy
F		                       Am
a genius forging a legend
F
Heres the truth about us, we came in demanding
F
A scarlet face wrung battle southern bell - ?
F
I let Hoover reply, left me hard to pay
F
The truth about us is buried deep in Connolys lake
F		                                             F
Open all the coffins, only one thing inside	
F				                            F
A pink dress and a pillbox hat with Camelot tags
        Dm		             F
Aw marina, marina, its cold and its lonely
F				               Am
When the porters are carrying your coffin
Dm				                 F
Oh please baby please let the coincidence leave me
F			                       Am
A martyr to patriotic negligence
F			                F             		                 F      F
Should old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to trial
Dm				                             F
Where every girl and boy can grow up to be the president
F				                       Am
Or grow up to be the presidents killer
Dm				                        F
Its equal opportunity, its the land of hope and glory
F				                      Am
Its a cheap Italian mail order thriller
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Heres the truth about us, we sailed from Manhatten
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We were hoping to find the tears from Ellis island
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Send them back from the shore, send them back out to see
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How a promise can grow smaller if the two sides agree
F					                        F
We sent them packing off to Auschwitz when we heard the reports
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We wrote how dare you with their ashes
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As if we couldnt have known
Dm			                             F
Ya see marina, marina, I took lessons from my country
F				                              Am
About national interest and the big picture
Dm			                               F
Gonna manifest my destiny, gonna spread the legs of misery
F				                         Am
Got a piece in my hand and Im loaded
F
Well the truth about us aint hard to figure
F
Well its adding up to a hell of a toll on us
F
We been up all night, let the tympani roll
F
Facts in paper pledges turned to solid gold
F				                           F
Pick up your guns from the thug in classroom B
F				              	            	   F
Theres people out there whose lives depend on our misery, misery
F
Its the truth about us...

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