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Capo: 2 Tuning: E A D G B E
EmI have no tiDme for Time MagazCine or Rolling EmStone [Riff] E|---------------------------------| B|---------------------------------| G|-------------0-------------------| D|--2-0-----2-----2-0----0---------| A|------3-------------2----2p0-----| E|-----------------------------3-0-|
EmI have no wiDsh for wishing weClls or wishingEm bones [Riff] x2 E|---------------------------------| B|---------------------------------| G|-------------0-------------------| D|--2-0-----2-----2-0----0---------| A|------3-------------2----2p0-----| E|-----------------------------3-0-|
EmI have no hoDuse in the countrCy I have no motoEmr car [Riff] E|---------------------------------| B|---------------------------------| G|-------------0-------------------| D|--2-0-----2-----2-0----0---------| A|------3-------------2----2p0-----| E|-----------------------------3-0-|
GAnd if you think I'm joDking, then IC'm just a one-line joker in a publicEm bar
[Riff] E|---------------------------------| B|---------------------------------| G|-------------0-------------------| D|--2-0-----2-----2-0----0---------| A|------3-------------2----2p0-----| E|-----------------------------3-0-|
EmAnd it seems there's no-body lDeft for tCennis; and I'm a one-bandEm-man
[Riff] E|---------------------------------| B|---------------------------------| G|-------------0-------------------| D|--2-0-----2-----2-0----0---------| A|------3-------------2----2p0-----| E|-----------------------------3-0-|
GAnd I want no Top Twenty fDunerCal or a hundred Emgrand [Riff] E|---------------------------------| B|---------------------------------| G|-------------0-------------------| D|--2-0-----2-----2-0----0---------| A|------3-------------2----2p0-----| E|-----------------------------3-0-|
EmThere was a Dlittle boy stood on a Emburning log, G rubbing his hDands wBmith gleB7e GHe said, ``Oh Mother DEngland, did you Emlight my smilAe; oAmr did you ligCht this fire under meD? B7 GOne day I'll be a miDnstrel in the gallery Em GAnd paint you a pictuDre of the queenB7 And iGf sometimes I sDing to a cyEmnical degrAee ---Am Amit's just theC nonsense that it seeDms.B7'' GSo I drift down throuDgh the Baker Street valEmley, Gin my steep-sided un-DrealityB7 And when Gall is said and aDll is done I couldn't wish for a better EmoneA AmIt's a reaCl-life ripe dead certaintDy B7

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that I'm just a Baker Street Muse