Grace
Grant Lee BuffaloVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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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-------
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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