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Grace

Grant Lee Buffalo
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Chords in this song

Strum
D-DU-UDU
E---0---0---0------0--0--0-------
B---1---1---1------1--1--1-------
G---0---0---0------0--0--0-------
D---3---3---2------3--3--2-------
A---3---3---3------3--3--3-------
E--------------------------------
If  I was the Lone Ranger hidin' behind a mask
There  wouldn't be any danger to the questions I ask
Whatcha  say Pocahontas, trade in your feathers and beads
For  an electric blanket and a packet of cigs
 "You bet",  that's  what she said
 If I had me a needle for every bubble I popped
 Bind 'em all like one, you would hear that pin drop
 Like a gunshot, like a shot
 If I was a world leader, I would not mislead the world
 I would not miss anything
 Miss America knows that it's only a pagaent, that's it's only a show
 Isn't any film in the camera, these aren't even my clothes
 No, no, no, no, Miss America knows
 You remember Houdini, not a shackle could hold
 Cut a trapdoor into heaven to escape growin' old
 Guess he just couldn't hack it, bundled up for the cold
 Double-breasted straightjacket, French handcuffs of gold
 No, no, no, no, he escaped grown' old

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Readable chord sheet for Grace by Grant Lee Buffalo

E[---0---0---0------0--0--0-------]
B[---1---1---1------1--1--1-------]
G[---0---0---0------0--0--0-------]
D[---3---3---2------3--3--2-------]
A[---3---3---3------3--3--3-------]
E[--------------------------------]

[C]If I was the Lone Ranger hidin' behind a mask
[C]There wouldn't be any danger to the questions I ask
[C]Whatcha say Pocahontas, trade in your feathers and beads
[C]For an electric blanket and a packet of cigs
"You bet",  [F]      th[D]at's what  she said             [C]

If I had me a needle for every bubble I popped
Bind 'em all like one, you would hear that pin drop
Like a gunshot, like a shot

If I was a world leader, I would not mislead the world
I would not miss anything
Miss America knows that it's only a pagaent, that's it's only a show
Isn't any film in the camera, these aren't even my clothes
No, no, no, no, Miss America knows

You remember Houdini, not a shackle could hold
Cut a trapdoor into heaven to escape growin' old
Guess he just couldn't hack it, bundled up for the cold
Double-breasted straightjacket, French handcuffs of gold
No, no, no, no, he escaped grown' old

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