Ramshackle Glory - Were all compost in training
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Tuning: G C E A
Intro:
G Am F x2
i wCant freedom not a bosGs that comes in a fortyAm ounce bottle of anything or
Ftaped scotch paper
i eat Cmeat and drive trucks and shoot Gguns and don't trust in the Amfederal
government Fto solve our problems
you Cmight think Im joking but Im nGot a republican call meAm when your
president pulls Fout of Afghanistan
because Cthat's the day Ill get Ga cell phone number and yAmou can call and
leave a Fmessage on voice mail that Cday
C G Am F x2
i Cfell asleep smoking so Id Gwake up on fire because tAmhat might get me out
of Fbed for a while
and Cback into battle with the Gthings that I breathe and the hAmoles in my
arms and the wFay that i think
and if Cfreedom is doing what Gi want well that means I gAmotta know what that
is not jFust what it isn't
so Ill Cdig up the dirt and Ill Gthrow down some seeds because the wAmorld
needs more spinach not mFore motherfuckers like mCe G
motherfuckers like Amme
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C G Am F