Chords for Hot Buttered Rum String Band Well Oiled Machine

_ _ _ _ _ _ How you doing summer camp?
[A] All right!
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_ [F#] _ _ [E] _ I've been getting [C#] to know the [F#] spare bedrooms and floors [B] and bars across the [A] USA.
_ I [E] feel shaken [C#] and stirred [F#] and slightly absurd [B] from every bump and [F#] bounce of the interstate.
[E] When I say [C#] I want to fill [F#] my bus with their cooking [B] oil, the restaurant owners don't know [A] what I mean.
_ _ [C#m] I'm picking and singing, [F#] slipping and sliding, [B] rolling in this [E] willow.
_ _ [A] By machine, [E] by machine, [B] by _ machine, [A] _ riding a [B] willow, a willow machine.
_ [E] Years are [D#] born and [A] my years of steady [Am] climbing, [E] less moving like [B] a willow.
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[D#] _ _ _ [E] It seems everywhere I step [F#] and everything I buy results in imbalance or pain.
_ [E] Yeah, the muck [F] and the mess, [F#] the dying and the death [B] is hidden behind [E] gas beams and cellophane.
Well, I just [C#] need a way [F#] to get home _ [B] past the changing shades of green. [Em] Loony green.
_ [E] Want the restaurant [C#] kitchen's dope?
[F#] I don't want a pump.
[B] Fill the tank with my willow [E] oil machine.
_ [A] By machine, [E] by machine, [B] by machine, _ _ [A] riding [C#m] a willow oil [B] machine.
_ [E] Its gears are [G#] worn and [Am] my years of steady climbing, [E] less roll like [B] a willow oil [D] machine. Let's [E] roll. _ _
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_ [A] Well, _ _ [E] _ _ [C#] _
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[F#] _ _ _ [E] _ I once heard [F] a man [F#] speak [C] from his heart about [B] the Lord, the army and [A] LSD.
_ [Em] He said [E] the sun [F] never sets on [F#] the guns of America [B] and all water [A] flows to the sea.
[C#m] Well, [E] he looked me [C#] in the eye and near [F#] the interstate sign he said, [B] may hope lead you [A] to peace.
Keep [E] it low [C#] and slow, don't forget [F#] to reap what you sow [B] and keep your machine well [E] _ greased.
By [A] machine, [E] by machine, [B] by machine, _ [A] riding a [B] willow oil machine.
[E] Its gears are worn and [Am] my years of steady climbing, [E] less roll [B] like a willow oil machine.
[E] _ [A] By machine, [E] by machine, [B] by machine, _ [E] _ riding [C#m] a [B] willow oil machine.
_ [E] Its gears are worn [D#] [A] and my years of [Am] steady climbing, [E] less roll [B] like a willow [A] oil machine.
Its _ [E] gears [G#] are worn [A] and my years of steady [E] climbing, less roll [B] like a [A] willow oil [E] machine. _ _ _
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_ _ [Em] _ _ _ [D] Boy, that's one well oiled machine.
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