Wilco - Nope

Oh, ^GI can't say ^Cwhat^G qualifies as pa^Cin ^GSo transfixed by the ^A#wavering flame ^D#Mortal kings of each ^Agrade and grain e^G#rased

Oh, I'm ^Gblessed ^{C G C}

^G The slant may rain,^{C G} knows my door ^{C G}Tambourines my f^A#loor in four ^D#Laughs and shakes my ^Afolded face where ^G#Jesus mowed my ^Glawn ^{C G C}

^G Fame has legs,^{C G} blazing chrome ^{C G}Amputate but it's ^A#never quite gone ^D#Rakes in clover ^Ashown like snakes shine ^G#over rate my ^Gcrime ^{C G C}

^GWhy kill a man w^Chen ^Gyou can drive him^C crazy? ^GWhy make it end when ^A#my amusement ^D#always depends on the ^Ajoke?

Won't you ^G#lend me my punch^Gline ^{C G C} [jam]

^G As a favor, ^Ccan you ^Gbe entertained ^C so that ^Gday I can savor what^A#ever remains Of ^D#hurricanes too ^Arattled to romance ^G#massive plates of circum-

^Gstances ^{C G C}