Chords for Pigtown Blues - Clutch - Studio Version

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_ Barrowing from big town wrecks in the yard, scream at the sun, just finish the job.
_ Telephone calls slowly, we've been outpitched.
The butcher's brown sweat runs back down the ditch.
A great place to visit, a better place to leave.
Hoss boys at sumac, lies on the heave.
Where the banes feed, or ball the marina shutters.
The big town blues run deep down the gutters.
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_ _ _ _ Skies are heavy, Abram.
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Across the marsh trees, harshly accused.
Pointing black fingers, most broke with abuse.
High tension wires, lush in degrees.
Men have their conscience, while dogs have their fleas.
Cyclops winks as he sinks to the soil.
Labor and pain, labor and toil.
The residents succumb to the shadows and sticks.
The big town blues run right through the bricks.
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_ _ _ The skies are heavy, Abram.
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_ _ _ The skies are heavy, Abram.
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_ The skies are heavy, Abram.
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