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These Few Presidents ukulele

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--CAPO 1--

Intro Bassline:
Am               F
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----2-----2-----|----3-----3-----|
0-----0-0---0-2-|3-3---3-3---3-2-|   x4

Verse 1:

C			       G          			  F
At your house the smell of our still living human bodies and oven gas


You pray to nothing out loud

C		        Am           	     F
Two first names and an ampersand embroidered proudly on a kitchen towel


         C          		G             	   F          G
You're a beautiful and violent work with the skinny neck of a Chinese bird

     C               G
in a fading ancient painting.

	Am               F		          C
And if you're in heaven waiting you made it there fighting

		G				F		G
the tightest kite string in a bad storm with lightning.


Chorus:

	Am	  C	     F/A               Am/C
And now these few presidents frowning in my pocket

F       Am/E        G     F      C/E       G
can persuade no god to let me let you talk.

	Am	  C	     F/A               Am/C
And now these few presidents frowning in my pocket

F       C/E      G     F      C/E       G
can persuade no god to let me let you off.


C			G
Even though I haven't seen you in years

F			G	    Am		G		F
yours is a funeral I'd fly to from anywhere.


Verse 2:

C                          G
I thought I had a pebble in my sock

Am		     F
I pulled it off and shook out a wasp

   C                      G
It stumbled out lost and without a pause

  Am                       F
unstung as I was, still I stomped it.


  Am                               F
I thought "There is no paved street worthy

	Am                   F
of your perfect Scandinavian feet."

Am                      F
My crooked chinese fingers groped

Am               F			G
  the machinery of your throat.


			Am
Repeat Chorus, end on "anywhere."

            
            
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