Crywank - The poured boy of kutna hora

D^Gman was singing about 1^Bb0,000 crus^D7taceans And Meis was c^Ebrying and ^D7we did not know ^Gmwhy How we h^Gmope she is alrig^Bbht, we walked passed ^D7a cross in the dark It was l^Ebit up, and ^D7so were the pav^Gmements The p^Gmarts ^Bbin the da^D7rkness, which are c^Ebhosen to r^D7emain ill^Gmuminated M^Gmaybe ^Ebnow we have d^D7one what we said we would ^Gmdo You can ch^Eboose the l^D7ocal tradition and m^Gmake artful to^Ebilets ^D7Some say the ^Gmbest art ^Ebis often u^D7sed

I t^Gmake it two t^Bbiles at a t^Dime Paying close a^Ebttention to my f^D7eet and to my p^Gmace and to the extra cracks I’ve played this g^Bbame for such a l^Dong time Maybe I should l^Ebook up, maybe th^D7ings are looking^Gm up Maybe ^GmI can s^Bbtep in the cr^Dacks Oh but w^Ebhere is the f^D7un in t^Gmhat?

“^GmShould I j^Bbump and stop br^Dmeathing? I’ve thought of more comp^Eblicated ways to d^Dmie” you said And I w^Gmrote down what you s^Ebaid on my p^Dmhone Once again, Dan p^Gmretends a plastic ^Ebbag is something e^Dmlse

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