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e]--^C0----^F0----^C2----^A0----^C3--^Cmaj9--3--| B]--2----1----3----0----0----0--| G]--2----0----2----1----0----0--| D]--2----2----0----2----0----0--| A]--0----3---------2----2----0--| E]-----------------0----3----2--|

INTRO: E - C (x4) VERSE 1:

Y^Eooouu^Cuu w^Eatch me o^Cn your ^ET.V. ^C ^E ^C S^Eaaa^Cying th^Eat my j^Cob is e^Easy ^C ^E ^C S^Eaaa^Cying ^EI am n^Cot athl^Eetic ^C ^E ^C Y^Eooouu^Cuu thin^Ek my sp^Cort's path^Eetic ^C ^E ^C ^Cmaj9 ^A But you can't judge me 'till you walked a mile in my bowling^E shoe^Cs

INTERLUDE: E - C (x3) VERSE 2:

S^Eooooo^Coo I d^Eon't get a^Cll the l^Eadies^C ^E ^C A^Eaaann^Cnd my cl^Eothes are fr^Com the '^E80s ^C ^E ^C ^EI'mmm^Cmmm kn^Eown througho^Cut the v^Eallies ^C ^E ^C ^Cmaj9 ^A As the prophet of the alleys

CHORUS 1:

^C And as I r^Aoll the b^Fall I c^Cry, "Let^A me bowl^F or let^C me die!" I'm Alm^Aighty M^Falach^Ci, the B^Cowling G^Cod The smell of r^Aesin g^Fets my h^Cigh, kiss those f^Aucking p^Fins goodb^Cye! I'm Alm^Aighty M^Falach^Ci, the B^Cowling, the Bowling... G^Eod ^C

INTERLUDE: E - C (x3) VERSE 3:

G^Eooooo^Cot a b^Eall that's sm^Cooth and a^Ell bl^Cack ^E ^C I k^Eeeeee^Cep it ^Ein my l^Cucky b^Eall-sack ^C ^E ^C I g^Eeeeee^Cet a f^Eeeling i^Cn my s^Eoul ^C ^E ^C ^Cmaj9 ^A As I finger every hole...

CHORUS 2:

BRIDGE:

N^Eot a single m^Can will try to b^Eeat Almighty M^Calachi A^Ell who challenge m^Ce are slain ^E- "Come on, fucke^Crs, pick a lane!" M^Earshall Holman, G^Cary Dickens; g^Eet in line for y^Cour ass kickins' J^Eohn Petraglia, N^Corm Duke; y^Eou're so lame it m^Cakes me puke W^Eho among the pr^Co-bowl sector d^Eares to don his wr^Cist protector? N^Eot that pussy, N^Celson Burton; t^Eells me that his wr^Cist is hurtin' &q^Euot;Hey, Mark Roth ^Cand Earl 'The Pearl', are y^Eou scared to give ^Cthe ball a hurl?" How ab^Eout 'Dicky' Weber and h^Cis son, Pete? I'll t^Eurn the motherfuckers to cr^Ceam of wheat!

CHORUS 3:

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