Corb Lund - Counterfeiters blues

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^GHe said "Drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke" ^G"Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke" This is ^Cgrape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine I'm ^Gsmokin' shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime This is ^Dnot the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke It ^Csounds

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to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throa^Gt ^C

There ^Gseem to be an awful lot of charlatans round here ^GHustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers The ^Cfactory and subterfuge and corporato cheat Con^Gspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our feet The ^Dlords of mass producto mass product at quite a pace It ^Cwon't

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be long them counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn ^Gplace

These ^Gnotes that you've been paying with are a little bit too green ^GThe printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheen Well, your ^Cbill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off And your ^Gsnout will have to make its way from the far end of the trough You got ^Dsuckered in tryin' to make your make your money overnight It ^Dlooks

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to me like the counterfeit blues'll be doggin' you all of your lif^Ge ^{C G C}

The ^Gworn out western hat I got no longer smells like horse ^GI can't afford to keep one around now that rooster's gone, of course I guess I've ^Cleft it all behind me now except for when I write And ^Gsing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that life Well, ^Dyears of RocknRolla have extracted quite a fee ^CMa

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ybe them old counterfeit blues have been creepin' up on me