Epitaph

[C]  [Dm]  [G]
  [F]  [C]   [G]
  [C]  [Dm]  [G]
  [F]  [C]   [G]

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  b[C]ad luck just we[Dm]aves through the c[G]ity,
  but it's [F]keeping [C]away from u[G]s
  we move at a crawl through the traffic
  and water street is humming along
  with me and cecilia singing
  and banging on the dashboard in time,
  we sing the words on her father's gravestone
  and he's there in the humid light...singing:

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  [Am]don't let the [G]bastards grind you down... (3x)

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  good luck's in town for the weekend
  so we stumble around until dawn
  daylight just melts through the narrows
  and those morning birds are humming along
  with me and cecilia singing
  and stamping on the asphalt to prove
  we are the children of strength and of vigor
  we were born in the morning blue...singing:

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  don't let the bastards grind you down... (3x)

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  when you're [C]all, 'Jesus Murphy' and 'A[G]ve Maria'
  and 's[Am]end me the courage', and '[F]let me be delivered'
  cause there's devils among us, there's devils living among us
  some have not got their teeth up, and some are ashes and near-dust
  and they're riding the freeways, and they're locking their front door at dusk
  and they're raising their families, and they're raising their fingers at us
  but this is a good town, this here is a heavy ancient thing
  this is a new land, this here is a thing they'll never see
  when they're all 'Jesus Murphy' and 'Ave Maria'
  and 'send me the courage', and 'let me be delivered'
  but
  [Am]don't let the [G]bastards grind you down (4x)

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  [C]bad luck just [Dm]weaves through the[G] city
  but it's [F]keeping a[C]way from u[G]s.