Chords for Tombstone Road

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[Ab] _ _ [Ebm] _ _ _ _ Oh, the air in here is getting thick from all the dirty _ cigarette trick.
Oh, I can feel my inside turning black.
Oh, and if words were dollars, I'd want mine back. _
Ooo, _ ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo.
Everybody gather [Db] round, they'd better head for higher [Ebm] ground.
Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo.
[Ab] _ Everybody gather [Db] round, I'm gonna burn this [Ebm] building down. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ You know for every tombstone and road they pave,
they're gonna throw a ticker tape parade.
And every thousand years that trickle by,
They'll find another prophet to crucify _
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[Ab] Everybody gather round [Db] the better head by a [Ebm] ground _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[Ab] Everybody gather [Db] around
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_ _ _ _ _ _ We're gonna paint ourselves in black and red _
batter down gilded doors _
Writing on [F] the walls and [Db] the _ ceilings and the floors anywhere we fancy _
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_ _ _ [Ab] Everybody gather [Db] around the better head by a [Ebm] ground _ _ _
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