Chords for Men Without Hats - Folk of the 80's

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[G] Book of [Dm] the 80s, oh you [C] can change your mind, it'll [G] change your life, you're [Dm] going crazy.
_ [C] It's not that you don't want [G] to work, it's just that [Dm] you're lazy.
_ _ [C] You can change your life, it'll change your mind, it's [Dm] amazing.
In the books of [C] the _
[A] 80s, [D] books of the 80s, [Dm] the book of the city, [F] books of the country, the book of the 60s.
[A] Don't grow a beard, [Am] they'll call you [F#] a hippie. _
Wear a [Dm] construction, _ _ _ [C] lumberjack [G] and such, you don't [Dm] really like it.
But [C] hey, flex seems [G] to work with all of [Dm] my friends now.
_ [C] It's the uniform of [G] the day and I can't get [Dm] away now.
_ [C] So I just [A] want to say, that [D] the book of the [Dm] 80s is the book of the city, [F] the book of the country is the book of the [A] 60s.
And don't cut your hair, they'll call you a hippie. _
[G] I could sing [C] of machines, _ I could sing [G] of fuck-uns and bees.
[Am] Others cried, _ oh why [F] should I?
_ And bombs are [C] falling, what happened [Dm] to Tony? _
_ [C] He dug a hole [G] in the ground, when no [Dm] one was looking.
_ _ [C] He appears [G] to be found, now he's [Dm] making a living.
_ _ [C] Selling parachutes, [A] da da da, and you might [Dm] never need one.
_ [C] But then again, there's [G] always a war.
[D] Because the book of the [Dm] 80s is the book of the city, [F] the book of the country is the book of the [A] 60s.
And don't cut your beard, they'll call [Am] you a hippie.
[G] I could sing [C] of machines, _ I could sing [G] of fuck-uns and bees.
[Am] Others cried, oh [F] why should I?
_ And bombs [C] are falling.
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[A] _ [D] The book of the 80s is the [Dm] book of the [F] city, the book of the country is the book of the [A] 60s.
And don't grow a beard, they'll call you a hippie.
[G] Well I could [C] sing of machines, I could [G] sing of fuck-uns and bees.
[Am] Others cried, oh [F] why should I?
_ And [A#] bombs are [C] falling, I could sing of machines.
I could [G] sing of birds, love and peace.
[Am] Others cried, oh [F] why should I?
And bombs [C] are falling, [F] and bombs, [C] it's gone. _ _
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