Chords for Brooklyn Kid

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Well, I got a friend that lives south of town, loves to sit and burn one [C#m] down,
Spends a vinyl [D] on his [E] stereo. _ _
Every now and then he speaks of war, one terror duty on a foreign shore,
[C#m] Fighting for [D] his [E] way home. _
[G] Yeah, fighting [D] for his [E] way home. _
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Returning home to his native land, left New York for Texas, man.
He's been down quite a [D] times, or in [E] his car. _
He met a girl, she met a man, dropped to his knees and he took her [C#m] hand.
A simple [D] life ain't [E] that hard. _
[G] No, a simple [D] life ain't all [E] that hard. _ _
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A new generation on the ground, nothing in the world could bring him down.
Flying [D] like he [E] had wings. _ _
Several years came and went, and not one of them was poorly spent.
[C#m] A good man's [D] life he was [E] chiseling. _ _
[G] Yeah, a good man's [D] life he was [E] chiseling. _ _ _
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Reflecting on the vehicle, Uncle John's band and a Dylan [C#m] song,
Spilling [D] like it's the [E] first time. _
You know it brought a tear to his eye the day that Jerry Garcia died.
[C#m] He said he was [D] the genius of [E] his time. _
[G] Yeah, a friend of the [D] devil is a [E] friend of mine. _
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[E] Don't try to find and [A#] make the time, a couple of joints and a bottle of [C#m] wine.
You'll be [D] glad that [E] you did. _
With the Grateful Dead spinning round, kick your feet back, be [C#m] astound
By the [D] light of the [E] Brooklyn Kid.
Da [C#m] da da, [D] _ [E] da da da. _
[C#m] Da da [D] da, da da [E] da. _ _ _
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