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The Hand That Held Me Down ukulele

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CAPO 4th Fret


 C                    C                              C
Oh, the razor in your apple, the affection of your glove
                  Dm                C            C
The prison of your company, the snake oil of your love
                        C                           C
The heights to which you drag me, just to hurl your scorn
                    Dm                   C              C
The trumpets play the livelong day but they blow so forlorn


Chorus:
Am                                  C
Did you hold the hand that held me down?
Am                        C
Did you laugh at my expense?
Am                           C
When there's rust upon your ragged crown
Am                        C
Who will stand at your defense?

And when I unveiled my weakness on your rodeo of tears
You stood there so vacantly, your fingers in your ears
And you left by the morning with all that's left to steal
But every time you say farewell, there's breadcrumbs at your heels
CHORUS:
Did you kiss the hand that held me down?
Was your kindness just pretense?
When there's no-one left for you to clown
Who will stand at your defense?

But it's ashes Lord, it's ashes; soon we all fall down
You take your place among the saints, make not a single sound
And on the hills that held our childhood the flowers grow there still
You lay beneath them pushing weeds and I guess you always will
CHORUS:
Could you be the hand that held me down?
When I was sick with common sense
And now your statuettes are all torn down
There's no-one left for you to lean against

      C                            C
And ever since you epitaph was spattered on my wall
Dm               C
No-one comes to call
          C
They can't stand the stench
     C                                 C
But I still sing your praises every time the curtain calls
Dm               C
The burden on me falls
      C
Yeah, I alone stand at your defense 

OUTRO: Am C Dm C C

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