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Living down here

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they throw me down and count me

                D A

I’m making this up

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it keeps my feathers clean

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And the black boys they kick my ass and tell me

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That the women their ruby lips are dry

(Chorus)

     E           A

I get angry I get sad

     E                                  A

And I lose that sweetness that I used to have

     E

And I boil my strings

                     A  E

To bring them back to gold

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Bring them back to gold E7 A Bring them back to gold

(second verse) Sleeping in here, they give me plenty to eat Don’t make trouble, make something with concrete So I fill my pipes with it to break them black boys heads Lord I wish I had a gun, I wish I had a gun

Chorus

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