Chords for Pete Seeger - Garbage

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_ _ Mr.
Thompson calls the waiter, orders steak and baked potato.
He leaves the bone and drissle and he never eats the skin. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Ab] The boy [G] comes and takes it with a cough, contaminates [Gm] it,
puts it in a can with coffee [Cm] grounds and sardine tins.
[G] _ _ And the truck comes by on Friday and carts it all away.
[Fm]
A thousand trucks just [Bb] like it are converging on the bay.
[C] Oh, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage.
If those of you who know this song will help me out,
you'll get the right feeling.
You'll have to mutter along with me. _ _ _ _
Garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage.
We're filling up the seas [G] with garbage, garbage, garbage.
What will we do when there's no place left to put all the garbage?
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_ _ _ [G] _ Mr.
Thompson [Gm]
starts his Cadillac and winds it down the freeway track,
leaving friends and neighbors in a hydrocarbon [G] haze. _
_ _ _ [Gm] He's joined by [G] lots of smaller cars all sending gases to the stars
and there it forms a seething cloud that hangs for 30 days. _ _
_ And the sun licks down into [Gm] it with an [C] ultraviolet tongue,
[Fm] turns it into smog and [Bb] then it settles in our [G] lungs.
Oh, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage.
_ _ We're filling up the sky with garbage, garbage.
_ What will we do when there's [Bb] nothing left to [C] breathe but garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage.
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_ _ [Cm] Getting home and taking off [C] his shoes, he settles with the evening news
while the kids do homework [G] with the TV in one ear. _ _ _
While Superman for the [Ab] thousands [G] times sells talking dolls and conquers crime,
[Ab] beautifully [G] they learn the date of birth of Paul Revere.
In the papers there's a piece about the mayor's middle name.
[Fm] He gets it read in time to [Bb] watch the all-star bingo [G] game.
Oh, [Cm] garbage, garbage, garbage. _ _
_ _ We're filling up our minds [G] with garbage, garbage.
What will we do when there's nothing left to read and there's nothing left to need
and there's nothing left to watch and there's nothing left to touch
and there's nothing left to walk upon and nothing [D] left to talk upon,
nothing left to see [G] and [Bb] nothing left to be [C] but garbage.
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In Mr.
[C] Thompson's factory they're making plastic Christmas trees
complete with silver tinsel and [G] the G.O.D.'s extant.
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The plastic's [G] mixed in giant vats from [Ab] some conglomeration
that's been piped from deep within the earth [Gm] or strip-mined from the land.
_ _ _ [G] If you question anything they say, why don't you see
[Fm]
it's absolutely needed [Bb] for the economy.
[C] Oh, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, garbage, [G] garbage.
Their stocks and their bonds, all garbage.
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What will they do when their system [G] goes to smash?
There's no value to their cash.
There's no money to be made but there's a world to be repaid.
Their kids will read in history books about financiers and other [Dm] crooks
and feudalism and [D] slavery and nukes and all their knavery.
Their history's dustbin they're consigned along with many other [C] kinds of garbage, garbage, garbage.
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