Joke About Jamaica Chords by The Hold Steady

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[Am] They used to think it was the cute woman she'd say,
Ty, I'll [F#] make her.
All the boys knew it was a joke about [F] Jamaica.
She'd always find a ride back [E] home from her bar. _
[Am] She used to feel so stupid when they'd talk about the [F#] music
running to every single tune.
[F] They used to hum against her lips with their hands on her [E] hips.
They used to kiss in the bar.
_ [Am] Dancing days, houses of the [F#] holy,
hot shot in the city in the middle of the [F] prairie,
learning with the boys [E] with all the jokes. _
[Am] Of course they'd laugh in the eyes,
then they'd touch them on the [F#] arms,
and the drinks they'd never seem to cost money.
[F] Saturday night was a runway that [E] extended into Sunday,
sometimes [C] Monday.
_ Back then [Em] it was beautiful.
[E]
The boys were [F] sweet and musical.
The laser [D] lights looked mystical.
The [C] mascots looked all magical.
Girls' [Em] sense seemed so typical.
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Boys' sense [F] seemed so typical.
It was warm [D] and white and wonderful.
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[G#] We were [Am] all invincible.
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_ [Am] Tired eyes, trampled on [F#] her foot,
dazed and confused, [F] cocaine blues.
She hasn't got any eye [E] contact tonight. _
_ [Am] The boys are getting younger and their bands are getting [F#] louder
and the new girls are coming up like some white unopened [F] flowers.
She's pretty sure [E] that that's what her power is. _
_ [C] _ _ Back [Em] then it was unified.
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Of course [F] the skits, the gracer guys,
then [D] once some archidiontes died,
one [C] of them was crucified.
Now it's [E] so competitive.
The [F] sleeplessness incentives.
_ I know it [D] sounds repetitive.
Every show can't [C] be a bad bet.
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[E] _ [A] _ _ [C] _ [G] I got you now.
[F] I got you now.
I got you now.
[Am] I got you now.
We were kids from the [F] crowd, now we're dogs from the [C] war.
We were washed with new wigs, now we're butts in the [Am] jar.
We were hot, soft and [F] pure, now we're scratched up in [C] scars.
We were counting curves, now we're eating our cars.
[Am] The boys, the band, they [F] know they'll never be stars.
[C] _ _ Back then they [E] were quackamans.
Fire [F] was sickering.
The [D] front locals were posturing.
We [C] were all imagining.
Man, we [Em] had some [E] nights and nights.
The fascists had some [F] bloody bites.
That [D] before those two kids [G] died.
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