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Pieces Of Paradise

The Men They Couldn't Hang
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Sitting  in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny  jar
Breakfast,  lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold
 I'm looking for gold,  but the pages  beg on shine
 And my eyes  are turning blind,  suffering the dark
 But I can start
Walking  into the jungle,  guided by simple,  pieces of paradise
Street  time marking out heaven,  that's where their selling  pieces of
paradise
Chat  line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walk
Gets  so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talk
 But there's a hole  at the rainbow's end,  now she works  for a magazine,
 Part time model  she wants to be seen,  up on a shelf
 She can't help herself
Walking  into the jungle,  guided by simple,  pieces of paradise
Street  time marking out heaven,  that's where their selling  pieces of
paradise
Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh
Ooooooooooooooooooooo
Used  to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging  bowl
Lost  a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his soul
 Now he's found  the face of god,  and he wears  a Christian robe
 And his begging  bowl is sold,  into the church
 Into the search
Walking  into the jungle,  guided by simple,  pieces of paradise
Street  time marking out heaven,  that's where their selling  pieces of
paradise
Walking  into the jungle,  guided by simple,  pieces of paradise
Street  time marking out heaven,  that's where their selling  pieces of
paradise

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Readable chord sheet for Pieces Of Paradise by The Men They Couldn't Hang

[C]Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my [Am]penny jar
[C]Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the [Am]cold
I'm looking for [G]gold[F], but the [Am]pages beg on [C]shine
And my [Am]eyes are turning [C]blind, suffering the [G]dark
But I can [F]start

[C]Walking into the [E]jungle, guided by [Am]simple, pieces of [F]paradise
[C]Street time marking out [E]heaven, that's where their [Am]selling pieces of
[F]paradise

[C]Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a [Am]walk
[C]Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is [Am]talk
But there's a [G]hole at the rainbow's [F]end, now she [Am]works for a [C]magazine,
Part time [Am]model she wants to be [C]seen, up on a [G]shelf
She can't help [F]herself

[C]Walking into the [E]jungle, guided by [Am]simple, pieces of [F]paradise
[C]Street time marking out [E]heaven, that's where their [Am]selling pieces of
[F]paradise

[F]Oooooooooooooooooooo, [C]oh
[F]Ooooooooooooooooooooo

[C]Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his [Am]begging bowl
[C]Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his [Am]soul
Now he's [G]found the face of [F]god, and he [Am]wears a Christian [C]robe
And his [Am]begging bowl is [C]sold, into the [G]church
Into the [F]search

[C]Walking into the [E]jungle, guided by [Am]simple, pieces of [F]paradise
[C]Street time marking out [E]heaven, that's where their [Am]selling pieces of
[Am]paradise

[C]Walking into the [E]jungle, guided by [Am]simple, pieces of [F]paradise
[C]Street time marking out [E]heaven, that's where their [Am]selling pieces of
[F]paradise

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