40oz. to Freedom

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You've got your [G]hair permed
You've got your [C]red dress on
Screamin' that s[D]econd gear was [C]such a turn [G]on
And the [D]fog forming [C]on my window t[G]ells me that the [C]morning here
And y[G]ou'll be gone [C]before too [D]long

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Who taught you those new tricks?

Damn I shouldn't start that talk,

but life is one big question when your starin at the clock

And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom,

so I'll take that walk.

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And I [G]know that [Bb]ohhhh...I'm not comin [F]back     [G]
Oh[Bb]h not going [F]back    [G]
Go[Bb]d knows not going [F]back

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You look so fine when you lie it just don't show,
That I know which way the wind blows
40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good,
even though I feel bad

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And I know that ohhhh...I'm not comin back
Ohh not going back
God knows I'm not going back
God knows I'm not going back

                      Finally the chords.
                                         -Gomez