Counting Down The Hours
Ted LeoVersion1
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Innocence, it don't come easy - in a sense it never will
Accidents mean no one's guilty, ignorance means someone's killed
So I asked our Mr. Mellor how one gets to where one's going
And he points to his survival, and he points me down the road
As I go on
Wondering if I've got a soul and
Counting down the hours 'til it goes
On a dark wet night in April, on a street in Jersey where
I went looking for some writing that I knew would not be there
And a punter from the Pelhams and the police, in the rain,
Were concerned more with a car than with the fact the light had changed
But after listening all morning, as I drove down 95
To a story of detainees who were barely kept alive
I could deal with trying to process pigeons acting like they're doves
But not with interference from the power lines above
As I go on
Wondering if I've got a soul and
Counting down the hours 'til it goes
And oh, precautions, yes precautions
But if you're playing with a gun, you could kill someone
And in the dark it's hard to know a friend
But I'm not angry, I won't be forever angry
As I'm walking toward tomorrow with a rifle in my hand
And I'm thinking about New England, and I'm missing old Japan
And a mountain in California where a spring runs hot and cold
And if I told you I felt ageless, would you tell me I'm not old?
As I go on
Wondering if I've got a soul and
Counting down the hours 'till it goes
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Readable chord sheet for Counting Down The Hours by Ted Leo
[Em]Innocence, it don't come easy - in a [C]sense it never will Acci[Am]dents mean no one's guilty, igno[G]rance means someone's [D]killed So I [Em]asked our Mr. Mellor how one [C]gets to where one's going And he [Am]points to his survival, and he [G]points me down the [D]road As I go [Em]on [C]Wondering if I've got a soul and [D]Counting down the hours 'til it [G]goes On a [Em]dark wet night in April, on a [C]street in Jersey where I went [Am]looking for some writing that I [G]knew would not be [D]there And a [Em]punter from the Pelhams and the [C]police, in the rain, Were con[Am]cerned more with a car than with the [G]fact the light had [D]changed But after [Em]listening all morning, as I [C]drove down 95 To a [Am]story of detainees who were [G]barely kept [D]alive I could [Em]deal with trying to process pigeons [C]acting like they're doves But [Am]not with interference from the [G]power lines [D]above As I go [Em]on [C]Wondering if I've got a soul and [D]Counting down the hours 'til it [G]goes And oh, p[Em]recautions, yes pr[C]ecautions But if you're playing [Am]with a gun, you could [G]kill someo[D]ne And in the d[Em]ark it's hard to [C]know a friend But I'm not [Am]angry, I won't [G]be forever [D]angry As I'm [Em]walking toward tomorrow with a [C]rifle in my hand And I'm [Am]thinking about New England, and I'm [G]missing old [D]Japan And a [Em]mountain in California where a [C]spring runs hot and cold And if I [Am]told you I felt ageless, would you [G]tell me I'm not [D]old? As I go [Em]on [C]Wondering if I've got a soul and [D]Counting down the hours 'till it [G]goes