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Lincoln Continental

The Felice Brothers
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
When  I was a child,  my mother said  to me
You  canít spend all your days alone In  the shade  of a cherry tree
My  brother cut the roof off a Lincoln,  cause his doctor said lose  some weight
And  the tape  of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing,
 as they drove  from the  garden state  to the  lights  of  the golden gate
Iíve  been  missing you, so listen, id like to  ask you could you drive to town?
And  Iíve  been thinking about your Lincoln continental  with the sunroof down
When  the kid came down from Lennox, yeah, yawning  was the talk of  the town
A  real high roller, a self-promoter, said  the band was the best  around
 He  said I got a little  money from the performing; I bought a new suit and hat
 I said, "Performing  what?," you said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat."
I  said, "Who the hell is  that?"
 But I can play  a little old time fiddle; we can start a little country band.
 And I was thinking  in your Lincoln we can bum around the promise land
And  the world  will open up  for us
at  least I brought  our broken  cup(?)
Probation  officer john Collins  was a paranoid  psychopath
 He had to paint the  fence by the roller  rink for the committee of industrial trash
You  canít find the business end of a rifle
Youíre  the devil from an Irish saint
 I said  I got no cares in those affairs what I was, what I am, or ain't
 I got  a lot of fence to paint
I've  got no loving all because I got in from  crossing lines
You  got me thinking, even Lincoln, must have  felt a little lost sometime
And  the world  will open up  for us
at  least I brought  our broken  cup(?)

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Readable chord sheet for Lincoln Continental by The Felice Brothers

[Fmaj7]  [Cmaj7]

[F]When I was a c[C]hild, my mother [F]said to me [C]
[F]You canít spend all your days alone [C]In the shade[F] of a cherry tre[G]e          [C]
[F]My brother cut the roof off a L[C]incoln, cause his doctor said l[F]ose some weig[C]ht           [C7]
[F]And the t[C]ape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing,
[C] as they dro[F]ve from th[G]e garden st[C]ate to the[F] light[C]s of[C7] the golden gate

[F]Iíve be[C]en missing you, so listen, id like to[G] ask you could you drive to town?
[F]And Iív[C]e been thinking about your Lincoln co[G]ntinental with the sunroof down

[F]When the kid came down from Lennox, yeah, y[C]awning was the talk of[F] the town           [C]
[F]A real high roller, a self-promoter, sai[C]d the band was the bes[F]t aroun[G]d             [C]
[F]                                   [C]                    [F]
He[C] said I got a lit[C7]tle money from the performing; I bought a new suit and hat
[F]                                        [C]                                        [F] [G]
I said, "Perfor[C]ming what?," you said, "Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat."
[F]I said, "Who the hell [C]is that?"      [C7]

[F]                                               [C]
But I can pl[G]ay a little old time fiddle; we can start a little country band.
[F]                                               [C]
And I was think[G]ing in your Lincoln we can bum around the promise land

[Am]And the worl[C]d will open u[Am]p for us         [G]
[Am]at least I b[C]rought our br[Am]oken cup(?)      [G]

[F]Probation officer john Collins[C] was a paranoid[F] psychopath                   [C]
[F]                                    [C]                     [F]                [G]
He had to paint the[C] fence by the [C7]roller rink for the committee of industrial trash
[F]You canít find the business end of a rifle      [C]
[F]Youíre the devil from an Irish saint[C]
[F]                          [C]                                           [F]          [G]
I [C]said I got no cares in those affairs what I was, what I am, or ain't
I [F]got a lot of fence to pai[C]nt     [C7]

[F]I've got no loving all because I got in fro[C]m crossing lines                        [G]
[F]You got me thinking, even Lincoln, must hav[C]e felt a little lost sometime           [G]

[Am]And the worl[C]d will open up[Am] for us         [G]
[Am]at least I b[C]rought our bro[Am]ken cup(?)      [G]

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