Chords for Ben Sidran "Too Much Too Late (What Mose Said)"

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Now we're riding in a car through the streets of New Orleans, pouring down rain.
Rose ain't nothing but streams.
He's [Eb] looking out the window, [Cm] turns to me and says, he says, welcome to the Quagmire, son.
Then he shakes his head.
[F] _ [Cm] Says something at the time I didn't really understand [F] [Cm] because it came out of nowhere.
Man is so offhand, but anytime he wants to, he'll cut you like a knife.
He [Db] said it all comes down to someone's [C] money versus someone [F] else's life.
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_ [F] [Eb] Now we're sitting in a [C] bar in Soho.
It's winter, it's [F] dark, and we [Cm] eating some spaghetti at the little jazz club by the [F] park.
He's laughing [Cm] about a time way back in the past.
[F] This little joint in Chippewa, folks used to [Cm] stop for gas, put a nickel in the jukebox,
make a little [Cm] music, play have [F] a cold, cold, cold, cold, here with people, [Cm] that's what I'm saying.
[F] Then he asked me, [Cm] man, you ever hear about the bohar grind?
I [Db] said, no.
He said, me neither, [C] baby, but that's what I'm going [F] to find.
_ [Cm] _ _ _ He's looking for the [F] bohar [C] grind.
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[Eb] He said, I don't worry [F] about a thing.
Ain't nothing going to be [Eb] all right.
I might be [C] no one this morning.
I was someone last [Eb] night.
I'm not talking, [F] it just don't pay.
[Gb] I'm just trying to swing [Ab] a little in my [F] way.
_ [Cm] We in a recording studio in Manhattan, Paul [F] Motions with the [Eb] drums, we're taking a slow [Cm] vibe up.
This story comes.
It's about Brew Moore.
He fell down the steps of Tivoli and dies.
He's kind of laughing.
He got a sad look in his eyes.
And he says, you know, that man was never on the cover of a magazine and just got a million bucks.
Now the scene was clean.
There was a moment of silence and respect for man's faith.
He [Db] said, if I ever write my [C] book, I'm calling it Too Much [F] Too [G] Late.
_ _ _ It's called Too Much Too Late.
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_ [Eb] He said, if you [F] live, your time will come.
He [Eb] said, your mind is on vacation.
[Fm] Your mouth is working overtime.
[Eb] He said, look, I got no [F] trouble living.
It's just dying that [Gb] bothers me.
He said, everybody's [Ab] crying mercy.
They don't know the meaning [F] of the word.
_ [C] Yeah, the fool killer's coming.
I do believe it's true. _
He said, the fool killer's coming.
_ You better try to [Cm] make your getaway.
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[F] Said look here.
_ _ [Cm] He said, what you think you're going [F] to be doing next year?
He _ said, ever since [Cm] the world ended, _ I don't get out as [F] much.
[Eb] _ He said, money [Cm] ain't the answer because it [F] can't [Cm] buy a candle.
_ [F] He said, that gray hair [Cm] easier you think you see.
That ain't me.
[F] _ [Cm] He said, I'm just a lucky so and so.
[F] Mixing up the boogie and the toasty [Cm] dough.
He [F] said, I'm [G] mixing up the boogie and the toasty dough.
He [F] does the [Cm] mixing up the boogie and the toasty dough.
[F] He [Cm] said, thank God for [F] self-love. _
Thank God for self-love.
He said, [Cm] thank God for self-love.
He [F] said, thank God for self-love.
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He said, thank God for self-love.
He said, thank God. _ _ _ _ _
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