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Dm _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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B _
C# _ _ _ .
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B _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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E _ _ _ _ .
B _ _ _ _ _ I can't believe that you got me in a suit
E and tie.
I had to take a pull so I wouldn't
B cry.
You got a line out the church door saying
Em goodbye.
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B _ Yeah, I believe I'm in the sea or in a better
E place.
You had a wild side,
B but you had
G#m amazing grace.
I know you're way off up in them clouds,
B but if you could still hear me right now.
_ _ _ I hope you hit those gold streets on two
C#m wheels.
I hope your mansion in the sky's got a ten
G#m acre field.
With some mud and some clubs you can lock
E in.
Make some thunder, make them wonder how you
B got in.
Hide your fear, hide your fear from the man
C#m upstairs.
Crank it loud, hold it down till I
G#m can't hear.
And when I do I hope you got some new stories
E to tell.
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Till then give heaven
B some hell.
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C#m _ _ _ _ .
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G#m _ _ _ _ .
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E _ _ _ _ .
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B _ I bet you're looking for a crew like we
C#m had.
Bunch of noise making boys that like to live
G#m fast.
Burning rubber in a
E parking lot.
Man, I don't know if the other side's ready or not.
B But I hope you hit those gold streets on
C#m two wheels.
I hope your mansion in the sky's got a
G#m ten acre field.
With some mud and some clubs you can lock
E in.
Make some thunder, make them
B wonder how you got in.
Hide your fear, hide your fear from the man
C#m upstairs.
Crank it loud, hold it down till I
G#m can't hear.
And when I do I hope you got some new stories
E to tell.
_
B.
Till
E then give
B heaven some hell.
I will stare when you raise your
C#m hands.
It's about singing just as I
G#m am.
Walking that aisle, praying that prayer.
E Man, it ain't right but if you gotta be
B there.
I hope you hit those gold streets on two
C#m wheels.
Hope your mansion in the sky's got a ten acre
G#m field.
With some mud and some hubs you can lock
C# in.
Make some thunder,
B make them wonder how you got in.
Hide your fear, hide your fear from the man
C#m upstairs.
Crank it loud, hold it down till I
G#m can't hear.
And when I do I hope you got some new stories
E to tell.
Till then give heaven
B some hell.
I will stare when you raise your hands.
C#m _ It's about singing just as I
G#m am.
Man, it ain't right, man it ain't fair.
E I'll see you again.
Till then give
B heaven some hell.
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Dm _ _ _ .
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