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F G F F Well, if it ain't your time to go then you'd better stay put for now D F F G Everybody's got to do their time until it's time F G F F And if it ain't broken then break it and say you knew me way back when D F F G When fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled F G F F I could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road D F F G Try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind F G F F Like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light D F F G Of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile F G F F Mustard in your smile, land that hand on the radio dial D F F G Then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell F G F F It's a stolen telephone that I dialed, blind and alone D F F G Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul F G F F Now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same D F F G And the factory's casualties are looking for mangled jewels F G F F Well if it ain't your time to go, then you better stay put for now D F F G F 'Cause everybody's got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock G F G F Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt