Chords for Beck Song - 1992 - do not know if this is out anywhere.wmv

This is a _ song about sweating. _ _
_ I wrote this song because it's got a lot of spunk, you know.
_ It gives me the [F] chance to break from my folksyness and [N] _ stillness. _
Being good so I can jump around.
When I was growing up, I was going to this boarding school.
It was a summer camp up in Northern California.
I went there one summer.
I was about 12.
There was this _ one guy.
He was a couple of years older than us.
This real big guy.
He was really into van handling. _ _
We were in this A-frame house.
There was a big deck all around the house.
_ When the counselors would leave,
he would put the speakers out the windows and put on Running with the Devil.
He _ practiced running up the _ _ walkway.
Doing his van handling leaps. _ _
_ _ Doing that shit.
He got really good at it.
He got all us little kids to come out and check it out. _
The music was _ going_ _ _
Running with the Devil!
It was blasting out. _
_ We were waiting.
There were dogs.
There were 40 dogs watching.
There were all these animals. _ _
_ _ He comes running.
It's got 20 feet.
[E] He's running so fast.
He takes his violin in the air.
[N] He comes down so hard.
He goes right through the patio. _
There were 300 cats living underneath the patio deck.
_ We pulled them out and it was covered in all these cats.
_ _ _ _ _ He's a legend.
[C] _ I love this [F#] song.
I'm following in his footsteps.
_ _ [C] _ _ _
_ He recorded a guitar all the way up to this. _ _
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[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Playing the violin like the devil does it.
Staring at the child made of cheese and black sausage. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ She's got the flower that's groovy.
_ _ _ She's got the power of movement.
_ _ Hot nasty noodles [C] glued to my face.
_ [N] Clouds of confusion creeping in late.
_ [Cm] _ _
[G] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ She's got the [G] power of movement.
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[B] The sweet little [C] cat along with her pigs and bees.
The little gypsy crying on her knees. _
She's made of it, smooth as night.
The devil's a devil.
The devil's a devil. _
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_ _ _ There's the camera. _
It's still lighting.
It's right up there. _ _ _ _
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