BULLDOZERS AND DIRT Chords and notes by Travis Kilgore from altcountrytab.com The G and C chords that the band uses are the ones where you keep your pinkie finger on the third fret of the E string and your ring finger on the fret of the B string, and only raise the root notes up a string to change from G to C. (Sorry if confusing, but I don’t know the names of those chords. Like Gadd9 and Cadd9 or something odd like that.) I have also included the tab for a guitar arrangement of the mandolin intro found on the Deliverance” CD. The mandolin arrangement is capoed at the 5th fret. Once again, I’ve tabbed the chords relation to the position of the capo for ease of tabbing and playing. The mandolin part will be the chord you see (for instance, C/G, G/D, D/A), and I will only include it up through the first chorus. then you should have the hang of it, but will be able to refer back to the beginning if you need to. One final note: With your guitar tuned in E (EADGBE), you can capo at the third fret and the mandolin arrangement. That’s handy if you don’t have your guitar tuned down but want to sing/play song in the correct key. (Intro, sung acapella…) Bulldozers and dirt, bulldozers and dirt. What’s yer mama got hidden up her shirt? I like to play and I like to work,

but most of all I like bulldozers and dirt. ^G/D ^C/GI met your mam^G/Da when I was nin^D/Ae-teen ^G/D

^C/GYou couldn’t have been an^G/Dy more than ^D/Athree ^C/GShe caught me stealin^G/Dg yall’s color T-^D/AV ^G/D

^C/GShe called the cops ^G/Dand they arrested me^D/A. ^G/D

^C/GShe was the wild^G/Dest thing I’d ev^D/Aer seen ^G/D the wa^C/Gy she poin^G/Dted that shotgun ^D/Aat me

the po^C/Glice ha^G/Duled my ass of^D/Af to jail ^G/D C/G G/D D/A ^G/DYour mama signed the trailer to help make the bail

She pic^C/Gked me up and^G/D drove me^D/A home ^G/D ^C/Gsaid “I??^G/D?ll learn yo^D/Au not to roam”

^C/GGreen green grass^G/D unde^D/Ar my feet ^G/D but al^C/Gl I can t^G/Dhink about’s the dirt un^D/Ader-neath ^G/D

(Chorus)

Bull-doz^C/Gers and dirt Bu^G/Dll-dozers a^D/And dirt ^G/D be-hi^C/Gnd the tra^G/Diler, my^D/A desert

Them red c^C/Glay piles ^G/Dare heaven ^D/Aon earth ^G/D ^C/GI get my r^G/Docks off, bull-dozer^D/As and dirt ^G/D

C G

(spoken)^G …I got a pickup that’s sittin’ on blocks and I’m up ^Cto my ass in d^Gebt and ^Dhock

and I can^C’t get the red st^Gains off of my ^Dsocks ^G and I can^C’t get you off of m^Gy mind… ^D

I’ve ^Clived with your mama for^G e-leven years ^D ^G Through good ti^Cmes, and bad time^Gs, fist fights and tear^Ds

C G D

but so^Gmething comes over me when you come near so wo^Cn’t you come over and s^Gip on this be^Der ^G

Bull-doz^Cers and dirt Bull^G-dozers and d^Dirt ^G be-hi^Cnd the trail^Ger, my des^Dert

I ^Cdon’t mean no harm, ^GI just like^D to flirt ^G but mo^Cst of all I like^G bull-dozers an^Dd dirt ^G

C G D C,G,D,G most of all I like bull-dozers and di------irt… lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff, and Sell) ©1997 Soul Dump Music written while walking my dog (Aretha), spring 1996 __________________________________________________________________________________ NINE BULLETS Intro: G, D, Cadd9, D, G

^GMy roommate's gun^D got ^Cadd9nine ^Gbullets in it ^GNine ^Dbullets in ^Cadd9my roommate's ^Ggun ^GMy roommate's ^Dgun got ^Cadd9nine ^Gbullets in it G D Cadd0 G Gonna find a use for every last one

^Em7One for the ^Dlove who ^Cadd9chose to ^Gbetray me ^Em7a real fine ^Dlove who ^Cadd9wouldn't be ^Gtrue ^Em7One for the ^Dman that ^Cadd9she betrayed me ^Gwith ^Ga nice enough ^Dfella, she'll ^Cbetray him ^Em7too ^Ga nice enough ^Dfella, she'll ^Cadd9betray him ^Em7too

^GMy roommate's g^Dun got ^Cadd9nine ^Gbullets in it ^GNine ^Dbullets in my ^Cadd9roommate's gun^G ^GMy roommate's ^Dgun got ^Cadd9nine ^Gbullets in it ^GGonna find a ^Duse for ^Cadd9every last ^Gone

One for my boss man, riding my butt again sorry sir, but you'd better clock out One for the lady down at the laundromat who goes through the dryer pulling one sock out She goes through my dryer pulling one sock out My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate's gun My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one One just to put me out of my misery I better aim that sucker true I'll leave a note that says I'm sorry but I went off the deep end when I fell for you I went off the deep end when I fell for you Asus2 Cadd9, G, Cadd9, G Asus2 Cadd9, D

^DOne each ^Dfor my ^Cadd9immediate ^Gfamily ^Gthey'll be so disa^Dppointed to see ^Cadd9what I ^Gdone ^GOne left ^Dover, so I'll ^Cadd9save it for my ^Groommate ^GAfter ^Dall its my ^Cadd9roommate's ^Em7gun ^GAfter ^Dall its my ^Cadd9roommate's ^Em7gun ^GAfter ^Dall its my ^Cadd9roommate's ^Em7gun

its my roommate's gun My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate's gun My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate's gun My roommate's gun got nine bullets in it Gonna find a use for every last one Gonna find a use for every last one Gonna find a use for every last one lyrics by Patterson Hood Music by Drive-by Truckers ©1997 Soul Dump Music originally written on stage in Opelika AL. P. Hood and M. Cooley 3/13/92 back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ UNCLE FRANK chords/tab by Travis Kilgore on altcountry.,com There is another odd chord in this song, as well. Once again, I don’t know what it’s but I can show you how to play it. E------2------| Make a normal D chord, then use your pinkie finger to fret the 4th of the A string AND mute the B------3------| D string. It’s a little awkward at first, but gets easier with Since I don’t know exactly what G------2------| this chord is called, I will refer to it in the tab as C#/D. D------x------| A------4------| E-------------|

^AThey powered up the city with hydro-electric juice. Now we go^F#mt more electricity than we can ever use.

D C#/D

They flooded out the hollow and all ^Dthe folks down there moved out, A E D But they got pa^Aid so there ain’t nothin’ else to think about.

^ASome of them made their living cutting the timber down, ^F#mSnaking it one log at a time up the hill and into town.

D C#/D E D T.V.A. had a way to clear it off real fast. A E D

Lots of men and mach^Ainery build a dam and drown the rest. ^AUncle Frank lived in a cabin down on Cedar Creek,

Bought fiftee^F#mn acres when he got back home from overseas. D C#/D E Fifteen rock^Dy acres, figured noone else would want,

A E D

Till all that backed ^Aup water had to have some place to go. D C#/D E Uncle Frank couldn’t read or write.

D C#/D E Never held down a job, or needed one in his life. Bm F#m

They assured h^Dim there’d be work for him in town building cars. It’s already going down. ^A

^AThe cars never came to town and the roads never got built. And the price ^F#mof all that power kept on going straight uphill.

D C#/D

The banks around the hol^Dlow sold for lakefront proper-ty A E Where Doct^Dors, Lawyers, and Mu^A-sicians teach their kids to water-ski.

D C#/D E Uncle Frank couldn’t read or write. D C#/D E So there was no note or letter found where he died. Bm F#m

Just a rope around h^Dis neck and the kitchen table turned on it’s side _________________________________________________________________________________ TOO MUCH SEX, TOO LITTLE JESUS

Chords/tab by Travis Kilgore from altcountrytab.com I am including tab of the chord voicings used by the band on this song. While they are quite standard, I don’t know their actual names. Therefore I will refer to them by their names. (The one exception to this is the D used in the song, which is just your garden-variety D chord.) Em7, E—3-- B—3-- G—0-- D—2-- A—2-- E—0—- Asus2 E—3-- B—3-- G—2-- D—2-- A—0-- E—--- B E—3-- B—3-- G—0-- D—0-- A—2-- E—--- C, E—3-- B—3-- G—0-- D—2-- A—3-- E—--- G, E—3-- B—3-- G—0-- D—0-- A—2-- E—3—- One final note before we get to the tablature: In the guitar lick immediately following first line (Too much sex, too little Jesus), the A that the band plays is just the A not the entire chord noted above. So when you see the A in parenthesis (A), remember to hit that one string. Although there would be no harm whatsoever if you decided to play entire chord, either. Do whichever is most comfortable for you. Too Much Sex (Too Little Jesus) Guitar Intro starts with G...

Too much sex, ^D too little Jesus(Play C, B, (A), G three times) ^EmStacy’s been a troubled tee^Dn ever since she was twelve. ^CShe felt the world close in on her ^Aand thought

she needed help.

^EmListening to the radio ^Don a Sunday night, ^CShe heard the preacher calling out^A to call up on his Help-line. ^EmHe sounded so nice; ^Dhe sounded so inviting. ^CFor a small donation she could ^Ahave the Lord Almighty. Sh^Eme told him her story. H^De told her his thoughts. He ^Csaid you better get yourself right ^Ain the eyes of God. (Play C, B, (A), G once)

^EmToo much sex, ^D too little Jesus, ^CToo much sex, ^A too little Jesus, ^EmToo much sex, ^D too little Jesus... (Play C, B, (A) G three times.)

^EmStop that dope smoking, ^Dstop that masturbation! ^CTake the Lord into your heart and ^Astop that fornication. We're^Em building us an army, gonna^D knock out Satan. ^CVisa or MasterCard, our ^Aoperators are waiting! (Play C, B, (A), G once.) ^EmToo much sex, ^D too little Jesus, ^CToo much sex, ^A too little Jesus, ^EmToo much sex, ^D too little Jesus... (Play C, B, (A) G three times.)

(He) said^Em “Satan's made a slave of you, ^Dthe Lord will set you free! You ^Cdon't know God from diddly and you're ^Aold enough to breed. The^Em sins of me and you are the^D reason he did bleed. Now a ^Cword from our sponsor then an-^Aother troubled teen with... (Play C, B, (A), G once)

^EmToo much sex, ^D too little Jesus ,C A Too much sex, too little Jesus, ^EmToo much sex, ^D too little Jesus, ^CToo much sex, ^A too little Jesus...

(Play Em, D, C, A two more times) (End with C, B, (A) G) __________________________________________________________________________________ BOX OF SPIDERS

^GGran Gran ^Dkeeps a box of ^Cadd9spiders. ^GShe says they're ^Don me when I ^Cadd9sleep. ^GWaiting ^Din the out-house ^Cadd9for me. ^G ^Dunderneath the ^Cadd9seat.

My great-grandmothers bout ninety-seven and she is sure when she gets to heaven, old St. Peter's gonna throw his arms around her and say 'I've waited so long for us to meet'.

^Cadd9She put the General in a bo^Asus2x and buried him ^Cadd9behind the Stoney Point Church of ^Asus2Christ, when I was three.^G

(and she says) "When the lord comes to take me, I'll die with a smile on, cause He's taking all my pains and fears." She said The Generals last words were "It's hotter than hell in here". Gran Gran keeps a box of spiders, or so she told me as a child, and I would hold it in for hours. Too mean to die. Too mean to die. Too mean. (for Gran Gran) Asus2 x02233 lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ ONE OF THESE DAYS Lyrics: www.drivebytruckers.com Music Transcribed: Kyle & Scott Holcomb C /// G /// D /// Em /// C /// G /// Em ///

^C If I had a ^Gdime for every ^Dtime I heard ^Emmy old man say ^COne of these days ^G ^G I wouldn't be ^Dlike my old ^Emman today ^C Talking bout ^Gplaces that he'd ^Dbeen Back in his ^Emyounger days that he was ^Cgonna go back ^Gto again ^DOne of these days ^Em

Dropped out of school when he was just sixteen Fell right in to a tire plant Building the very things that make the asphalt sing And put Alabama far behind you I remember him saying that Chicago was a hell right here on earth And twenty five years later I was saying the same thing about Memphis It's no wonder everybodies scared of downtown Birmingham It's just a little too close to home But there's more crooks down here and the cops don't care, While old white men wearing ties can do anything they want. Once a country boy's seen the way the steam rises Off a man's insides on the sidewalk Tends to change the way he thinks, the way he sees everything And he goes back to where he came from G D C G

^F#mOne of^Em these days when ^Dmy face^C looks like a roadmap gonna find my way back home. G D C G ^F#m And I'l^Eml go walking on t^Dhe west^C side after dark and leave my gun locked in my car. One of these ^Cdays you'll take one ^Dlook at me and ^Emrun. One of these ^Cdays you'll take one ^Dlook at me and ^Emrun.

C /// G /// D /// Em /// C /// G /// Em /// C /// G /// D /// Em /// C /// G D G _________________________________________________________________________________ Margo and Harold (chords submitted by Brian Howard Em7 Fm root G Cadd9 -3- -x- -3- -3- -3- -x- -3- -3- -0- -x- -0- -0- -2- -2- -0- -2- -2- -0- -2- -3- -0- -2- -3- -0- Em7 Fmr G Cadd9 I don't want to go to dinner with Margo and Harold. Em7 Fmr G Cadd9 Em7 Fmr G I don't like the way he looks at you, and the way she looks at me, Cadd9 Em7 Fmr G Cadd9 Way they look at each other, like we're just part of some private joke. I don't want to go dinner with Margo and Harold, no matter how good the food. I don't want to make small talk, innuendo, or go for a ride in Harold's Corvette. Bm E I'm scared of the basement of Harold's Pawn Shop, Bm Em I've heard tales of what goes down there. Bm Em Bm Em Mid-life crises, high on Dilauded, Valium, and crystal meth. Cadd9 D Harold and Margo, feeling no pain Cadd9 Fifty and crazy, big hair and cocaine. If they call on the phone, tell them I'm not home. That night with Margo was a long time ago. It makes me nervous how much Harold knows, and the way that he looks at you. I don't want to see why Harold's now skinny. I don't want to see Margo's bikini. So if they call, tell them you ain't seen me or that I'm in too much pain. Harold and Margo, taking aim. Horny and loaded, big-hair and cocaine. Lyrics by Patterson Hood Music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff) ©1998 Soul Dump Music __________________________________________________________________________________ THE COMPANY I KEEP Intro: Cadd9, G

^GMy Mama told^D me, your life is^Cadd9 such a ^Gwreck ^Cadd9 Your dumber than dogshit is what my Daddy ^Gsaid ^Cadd9I was just thirteen when they ^Gshowed me the ^Cadd9door ^GI keep their ^Dpicture but don't ^Cadd9look at it no ^Gmore

My first wife told me, you need to get a life My third wife told me to get another wife I brought a bottle and the van's parked right outside the door So come on darling, if you want to be number 4

^Cadd9Sometimes I feel like ^Gshit ^Cadd9Sometimes it ain't half of ^Dit ^Cadd9Sometimes I'm so high I'm ^Gscared to go to ^Cadd9sleep ^GSometimes I'm ^Dlower than the ^Cadd9company I ^Gkeep

Ain't held down no job since 1984 I get by holding up convenience stores I get by on liquor, guns and luck But I'm scared to death which one might run out first I seen my past in everything that I despise I've seen my future and I'm scared to close my eyes Is that my ghost that I see in my fears Or just my reflection in my Mama's tears Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers © Soul Dump Music (BMI) back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ The President's Penis is Missing -----------------------| -----------------------| ---22----22---22--22---| ---22----22---22--22---| -0-----------0---0-----| -------0---------------| (NEWS FLASH!!!) (scene: the press corps have descended upon the White House, a begins to speak:)

^A“They looked in the White House and Capito^El Hill They looked everywhere for Buffalo ^ABill We called every scholar, reporter, and g^Eenius Has anyone seen the President’^As penis?”

^A“It ain’t in the Congress or J^Eudiciary It ain’t in the Smithsonian or that big ole ^Alibrary an astronomer claims it was sighted on ^EVenus Has anyone seen the President’s^A penis?”

(now the entire press corp. erupts in song:)

^D“THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS IS MISSING OLE’!!! WE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW, EVERY NIGHT EVE^ARYDAY LORD, WON’T YOU COME DOWN AND REDEE^EM US HAS ANYONE SEEN THE PRESIDENT’S^A PENIS?”

(at this point, legendary news man Walter Cronkite returns from the moon to add his commentary:) “Now Presidents have goofed up in all kinds of ways in the 80’s we elected one missing his brain George Washington caught a cold he couldn’t explain and we all know the truth about Thomas Jefferson’s name” (suddenly William Randolph Hurst rises from the grave and bellows out in an Orson Welles voice:) “Franklin D. Roosevelt wasn’t no square with that raging Woodrow in his wheelchair and all the lesbians snickered that Elenor didn’t care and John Kennedy’s penis was seen everywhere” (once again everyone breaks out in gleeful song:) “THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS IS MISSING OLE’!!! WE SEARCHED HIGH AND LOW EVERY NIGHT EVERY DAY LORD WON’T YOU COME DOWN AND REDEEM US HAS ANYONE SEEN THE PRESIDENT’S PENIS?” (the scene shifts to Sen. John Glenn, wandering pensively, somewhere in space:) “Them outer space people would laugh if they’d seen us all this talk about cum-stains and oral coitus meanwhile the whole world suffers from hunger and meanness but we’re more concerned with the President’s penis” THE END? lyrics by Patterson Hood (c) 1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ TAILS FACING UP

^GMe and my brother's old lady went out and got ^Cadd9stinking, she s^Golved her curiosities about me by the railroad ^Dtracks. She ^Gsaid I reminded her of him before he started ^Cadd9drinking and ^Gbanging the babysitter ^Devery time she turned her ^Gback.

^Cadd9We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole ^Gjoint and drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and ^Dtrains. ^Cadd9Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic r^Gambling.^Cadd9 ^Asus2Moon and mascara.^Em7 I^Asus2've always been a ^Cadd9holy terror. Asus2 G Cadd9 Asus2 Temptations^Cadd9 lurking every where. If your mind's in the gutter, Beware! You'll find me ^Gthere.

Me and a friend were talking after the funeral. She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild, I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade, and all my dead friends have settled down. My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying. I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I kidding. So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. Beer and tequila. I've always been a thrill seeker. But thrills are a dime a dozen these days. And I found a dime in the gutter today. Tails facing up. Still fucking up. Still fucking up. A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking. lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff) ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ LOVE LIKE THIS Transcribed by Kyle, with amendment by Travis Kilgore THIS SONG IS IN STANDARD TUNING UNLIKE MOST OF THEIR SONGS. Play D/Db as follows E-2- B-3- G-2- D-x- A-4- E- LOVE LIKE THIS D A D A G

Coming hom^Ae with a bottle, trying not to break the seal. A G This Friday evening ^Dtraffic's about enough to break a man's will. G D And I ca^Bmn't wait to see you and see how your week has gone, and tear into^E Old No.7 and make love till dawn. ^A

But your Mama she'll be calling, if she ain't knocking on the door. And it won't take me long to remember what I brought that bottle home for. And we'll all get to fighting, just like we always do.And by Saturday morning, I'll be singing these blues.

Last ni^Gght I slept with my boots on ag^Aain, ^Done cut on my forehead and one my ch^Bmin, G A D

on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with.

You go^Gt me real good, girl, and I must admit, ^A you pack purty ^Dmean punch for such a pretty little dish. ^Bm G A And it^D's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this.

Come Monday morning, I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well. Cussin' God and America, wishing them both just to send me off to hell. But the boss man don't want no excuses when it comes time to get on the clock. And without that paycheck, I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got. Last night I slept with my boots on again,one cut on my forehead and one my chin, on the hard old floor with nothin to cover up with. You got me real good, girl, and I must admit, you pack purty mean punch for such a pretty little dish. And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this lyrics by Mike Cooley music by Drive-by Truckers ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ Mrs. Dubose Jupiter mules kickin' out all the stops Newfangled dogs danglin' stars from her eyelids She can't read between the lies anymore Lord, help her rise just one more time if you can. Still, the children read to her till she opens up her hands When my body dies will you remember my name? When my body dies will you remember my name? Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower now you're all dead inside withered and insane Oh, Mrs. Dubose you were such a flower, you got the death, the dust, and the opium runnin' through your veins Black maid stays cause she's paid to be around Condemned and scared for all she knows You better look at the road when you pass she gonna fix you with that evil eye unless your hotdin' your old man's hand you better pass on by better pass on by lyrics by Rob Malone music by Drive-by Truckers ©1998 Soul Dump Music back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ Zoloft [ ] Notes in these are not full chords. Just use the notes as a walkdown. G All my family problems disappeared over night

^DWe're all taking Zoloft and everything is ^Gfine My sister's teen angst just flew out the w^Dindow [C] [B] [A] [G] G Mama's so happy she laughs all the time

^GUsed to have trouble getting along with each other ^DMama's hating Daddy, I'm hating little b^Grother Then the family doctor gave us all these little pi^Dlls [C] [B][A] [G] Now I can't believe how great we all feel

All my family problems disappeared over night We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine My sister's teen angst just flew out the window Mama's so happy she laughs all the time The birds in the trees all sing them happy songs Everyone is smiling, we're so glad to be alive Even my old pit bull don't growl anymore He just watches tail wag from side to side All my family problems disappeared over night We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine My sister's teen angst just flew out the window Mama's so happy she laughs till she cries I used to be so unhappy singing songs about killing Taking methodone and jacking off four or five times a day But now I'm so happy, I'm so goddamned happy Who needs an orgasm when life's so fucking great All my family problems disappeared over night We're all taking Zoloft and everything is fine My sister's teen angst just flew out the window Mama's so happy she cries all the time Patterson Hood / Drive-By Truckers © Soul Dump Music (BMI) back to top __________________________________________________________________________________ THE NIGHT GG ALLIN CAME TO TOWN (chords submitted by Brian Howard. Thanks!) G D G D C D We were bored, there was nothing going on. C D G D G D C D Might as well stay at home and drink until we pass out again. C D Then drink some more when the morning comes. Emin D C Memphis was sinking into the Mississippi. Emin D C We were doing our best just to ride it down. C Till the night G.G. Allin came to town. G D G "Honey, I dont believe this," D C D C D the old man at Ferguson's Cafe kept saying to his wife. G D G D C D C As he read aloud The Memphis Star and their account of what went down D that night Emin D C Emin D "It says He took a shit on the stage and started throwing it into C the crowd. Emin D C But He was gone before the cops could come and shut him down." D Gone before the shit came down. C D The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town. G D C The Night G.C. Allin Came to Town. G D C Antenna Club, Memphis, 1991. G D C Punk Rockers Paid $12.00 to be Shit On! The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town Emin D C "It says He took the microphone and shoved it up his ass!" Emin D C The old man and his wife were aghast The Night G.G . Allin Came to Town. The Night G.G. Allin Came to Town. lyrics by Patterson Hood (c) 1998 Soul Dump Music

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