The Levee - chords

G _ _ Am _ _ _ F Put your crisp, G delicious, perfectly crafted Sierra Nevada Pale Ale C out of sight.
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After you enjoy it _ responsibly.
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_ E _ I love a good roll B of butter.
That's Bm enough, yeah, sorry.
There's a sweat D bee on my_.
Is it still there.
E No, it kept, like, coming back.
Oh, okay.
It was like, it G#m would hang out in the_ Get it!.
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keys to the Fm cellar.
Oh, God B _ _ Fm damn it!.
G God, I can't N deal with this!.
_ _ _ _ Who burned.
_ _ _ _ The banter.
There's gonna be a lot more, like, banter in this video.
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_ he F#m drives a A#m Cadillac, baby.
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His belt buckles F#m A#m diamond-plated.
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He treats you F# like A#m a lady.
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and_.
Tells you you were C# _ _ .
underrated.
_ _ _ _ E _ It seems like nothing could B go wrong.
But F# when the levy _ D#m blows, _ _ F# and the B tea's flowing down your face,.
will Bm it feel the same.
I F# don't know.
_ _ _ _ _ B _ _ _ .
F# When A# the curtains D#m close, _ _ F# and you're standing B _ _ all _ _ alone,.
will Bm your pretty _ _ eyes F# still show _ .
_ _ _ _ Bm She played _ this game, _ _ F# _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ G#m _ _ _ .
_ _ so she A# went to A#m Harvard.
_ _ _ _ Am _ _ G#m _ _ .
_ B Built schools F# down in A#m _ .
Guatemala.
Fm _ _ _ Am _ _ G# _ _ .
Spends every Tuesday B Am night with A#m his mama.
_ Look, _ F# _ G#m _ _ _ .
_ I get it, the man's C# a six-five, blue F#-eyed American _ E Dalai Lama.
I just want you to B be careful, _ F# because_. When the levy D#m blows, _ _ _ F# and the tea's B flowing down _ your face,.
Bm will it feel the same.
_ F# I don't know.
_ _ _ _ _ _ B _ _ .
F# When the curtains D# _ close, D#m _ .
F# and you're standing B _ _ all _ alone,.
will your Bm pretty _ _ eyes F#m still F# show _ .
_ _ _ F#m That you Bm played this _ game F# _ before _ .
_ _ _ _ _ F#m _ _ _ .
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_ There's always rocks in the stream.
There's always stems in your grass.
_ Always a snag at the seams.
Well, there's always F#m ghosts in your bed.
You F# might think that you can't hide.
You might think that you can't cope.
You might bottle it up inside, but _ oh, sugar, _ don't be good.
B _ .
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will it Bm feel the _ same.
I F# don't _ know.
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F# When the curtains D#m _ _ _ .
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will Bm your pretty _ _ eyes F# still show _ .
_ _ That Bm you played this game _ F# before _ _ .
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