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I'll Never Give It Up

Richard Thompson
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I  can't eat, I can't sleep
Knowing  that you're on your midnight  creep
I  can't jump. I can't jive
Knowing  that you want me dead  or alive
 There's no  half way with you
 You see  red, white and blue
 What holds  your head on could use  another screw
Come  on, do your worst,  boy, that's  the way, that's  the way
Hit  me where it hurts,  boy, that's  the way, that's  the way
Puff  until you burst,  boy, that's  the way, that's  the way
But  I'll never give it up, I'll never give it up
 I'll put you in my loser file
 I don't need your reptile smile
 I prefer you out of range
 Stare at somebody else for a change
 When the sky fell in, you cried
 And blackness welled inside
 And how your little brain got twisted and fried
You're  someone I can't help betray
You  know you built me up that way,  that way,  that way
 I don't run, I don't care
 Some day we're going to meet somewhere
 You and me will rock and roll
 When you crawl out of your sick little hole
 So give me what you got
 Put your money in the pot
 Let's see what you are and what you're not

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Readable chord sheet for I'll Never Give It Up by Richard Thompson

[Em]I can't eat, I can't sleep
[G]Knowing that you're on your m[C]idnight creep
[Em]I can't jump. I can't jive
[G]Knowing that you want me d[C]ead or alive
There's [Am]no half way with y[D]ou
You [Am]see red, white and b[D]lue
What [Am]holds your head on could u[B]se another screw

[Em]Come on, do your w[G]orst, boy, t[A]hat's the way, t[B]hat's the way
[Em]Hit me where it h[G]urts, boy, t[A]hat's the way, t[B]hat's the way
[Em]Puff until you b[G]urst, boy, t[A]hat's the way, t[B]hat's the way
[Em]But I'll never give it up, I'll never give it up

I'll put you in my loser file
I don't need your reptile smile
I prefer you out of range
Stare at somebody else for a change
When the sky fell in, you cried
And blackness welled inside
And how your little brain got twisted and fried

[C]You're someone I can't help betr[Em]ay
[C]You know you built me up that [Em]way, that [D]way, that [C]way  [D]

I don't run, I don't care
Some day we're going to meet somewhere
You and me will rock and roll
When you crawl out of your sick little hole
So give me what you got
Put your money in the pot
Let's see what you are and what you're not

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