Chords for Shoe String

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That's so rock and roll, she said. _
A rolling stone, _ tumbling boulder.
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_ [A] I peek apart from my smoke and from [Em] below my folder.
Pages sound like thieves and the [A] wandering soldiers.
And the moon shines through the wind of the [Em] whispering pines.
Ritter and line from [E] a poem is [A] partly defined.
Rhymes from the swamp [Em] where nothing grows.
She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a [A] country road.
I set her straight with a letter weight.
Let her meditate.
I poured the whiskey and took the glass.
[Em] Let her wait.
She dipped a pot in the powder like a coke fondue.
Lay back in the condo and passed out.
Blind nude.
Maybe brunette.
Maybe we got cooked.
Lake was set.
Then maybe you let.
Maybe you gave.
But I never took.
Turn the page.
I wrote the book.
28 days in a tour bus purgatory.
28 minutes in a hotel.
Tour glory.
Checked out.
In the lease.
Took a last look at the lady in the sheets.
Twin peaks.
But I mounted up the mountainous terrain.
Mounting off between with the mattress bouncing out the frame.
Hold up. _
_ [A] _ _ _ [Em] Good night.
_ [B] Now that's all [B] right.
Doing my aviators for [Em] the morning sunlight.
And my memories [A] are violent.
But if I had a dollar to go back, I wouldn't [Em] buy it.
But I dropped four quarters in [A] the wishing well.
With the other ten bucks on a box of Zip and Daz.
And OJ.
[F#m] Herod the dog.
Chatter to me.
Scary and flawed.
Sidewalk under my boots.
I bury my claws.
So my mama prepare me a cross.
Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss.
With no umbrella in the London rain.
Black skin, beaver hat, tripping down the lane.
The rotunda under moving trains.
Though I'm a hunter, I still pray.
The rule of game.
My third eye is the tool of aim.
Manifestation is the coolest thing.
Crew in the corner waiting for me by the Prevost.
And I made buzz call by a shoestring.
Shoestring. _
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