Golden Age Of Leather Chords by Blue Oyster Cult

_ _ Raise your can of beer on high, and seal your fate _ _ _ forever.
_ _ _ Our best years have passed us by, the golden _ _ age of the _ _ _ _ _
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[A] There was a Latin I [G] often told [A] in the year of [D] 80.
[G] And [A] _ a desert [G] where you'd find more [A] young men.
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_ [Dm] _ _ Born in [F] _ _
1934, still close to now. _
_ And only a drunken soul [A] out there _ _ _ _ _ [G] _
_ [A] can guess what's meant to be.
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_ [A] No one in charge who's [G] cared to care, [A] but each would find his [G] present resting [A] by.
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For this [A] _ fantastic night was [G] filled, _ [A] and nothing less than the [G] end of an age.
[A] The last crusade of [G] _
our [A] faith in this day.
The [D] flashes of [F] rummage, [D] and [F] there was more to fuck.
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_ [Dm] Let's all go [F] buy, years of [A] sticks and dirt.
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_ [A] And here we'll see [G]
the scars [A] of age.
The [G] age that's been [A] the plumbing for, the [G] one last night _ together. _ _ _
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Stars [C] shall never [Bb] _ _ _
stop, the [D] ritual scene. _ _
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_ _ Stars _ [F] _ [C] have [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _
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[F] been _ [C] _ [Bb] scattered. _ _ _
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_ _ [Em] _ [F] Stars live [Bb]
so much.
_ _ You better [Dm] look back.
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_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ And _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
here [C] we'll see. _ _ _
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[Dm] _ _ _ All of us, _ _ _ _ will go [C] down randomly. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ We'll burn [Bb] or we'll die.
We'll _ _ [Am] _ _ _ _ _
burn [Bb] or we'll die. _ _
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_ [G] _ _ They grew the colors and they began to [Dm] fight.
They prayed at [G] each other like books had a light.
[D] _ Bodies and bikes, he all repaired.
The smell of oil [C] and gas in the air. _
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_ _ [G] _ _ Let the wind break the desert with a giant [Dm] hand.
And the humans had lost all the [G] ships in sand.
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The old ranger, well of the [Dm] storm.
And [D] he talked to the rise, not a bit of the form.
He saw a ripple too, not a thrill. _ _
And the clink of a solitary [C] shift of [Dm] chromium _ [C] steel.
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