Wedding Ring

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[C]I sat next to a man on a park bench next to a hotdog stand he said,
catch the dragon’s [G]tail if you can. it’s a rush man!
[C]it’s a bad plan but if you get your fix maybe the fifth or sixth [G]time

it’s a life it’s a lie.
I said [C]I’m through with coke he said you want some dope?
I choked and said I meant the [G]drink man, what did you think man?
[C]and we sat on your front steps I killed a bug with a cigarette
and you [G]told about your first hit and I felt bad, I felt bad.
I said [C]this one needs a chorus, maybe a sludgy number with some minor chords
that they can [G]tap their toes to, and not get bored because it rhymes.  [C]     [G]
then I g[C]ave this ring to you in hopes that we’d stay gold till we grow old
[G]abby lee come away with me.
lets get [C]lost and maybe be happy someday have a house
with [G]trees on a lane so shady I know it’s sappy
and I got [C]up and went for a walk got down the block
got stung by a wasp she was [G]mid-fifties
white anglo-saxon square they’re not going anywhere.  [C]      [G]
got into a [C]fist and cuff with my boss. I lost. he was pretty tough
so I left and dropped my [G]smoke. felt like a joke, felt like a joke
and I [C]stumbled down my street on two broken feet past the bank
who I forgot to thank for their corre[G]spondence found out I was broke.
in fact [C]worst then broke they can pinch and poke and push the yoke
while the rich man laughs [G]oh what a gas oh what a funny fucked up joke
and I [C]passed a black man with a blank stare we share the same air doesn’t

seem fair
that the poor get no healthcare while the rich and bald can buy new hair,             [G]
its fucked! [C]     [G]
no [C]mister I don’t mean to stare at your brand new car no you don’t care
we can [G]go to war, or if your wife’s a whore. fuck the poor! you snooze, your

sore!
all they [C]do is snore that’s why I lock my front door and if something’s lost

you just

[G]call the cops, call the cops while people just want jobs [C]where they don’t

get robbed
who do we call, [G]when you get robbed.
who [C]really scores all the dirty drugs is it the rich or thugs? I can tell

you that it

[G]aint the poor. [C]mister keep your stocks and shares, corner offices and

executive chairs
I [G]broke my last red cent for my woman’s love
and [C]mister I can’t pay the rent this month, no [G]mister I can’t pay the rent

this month

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