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Buddy Bradley: Am, G, C
AmThis is not a good day to Gcall Amme CBecause I cannot spare soGme sympaCthy
AmMy own feeling is mosGtly uncAmlear CAnd when I'm talking to you I'm Gnot heCre AmI don't think I'll ever be reaGdy fAmor you CBut I'll be trying to help yoGu out Ctoo AmSo I went downstairs foGr aAm walk CBut I had no strength to not taGaaalk AmYes, you were the flatuGlent Amone CAnd I am the boar who hGas a guCn AmYou ran into me with suGch fAmorce CNow all I can be is Buddy BGradley
And all of her friends have been approved by them And all I can hear is people singing Now two of a kind has come across my mind Where forever more is painted on her door Just cancel the sun it's so '''' And bury the gravedigger's son No money can last for too long Nobody could pay for this soooong And all of her friends have been approved by them And all I can hear is people singing Now two of a kind has come across my mind Where forever more is painted on her door Yes, you were the flatulent one And I am the boar who has a gun You ran into me with such force Now all I can be is Buddy Bradley Just listen to this song for the strumming pattern.