Scrapyard Lullaby Chords by Chris Whitley

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[Db] Wake up running on [Bb] the [Abm] sacred ground, searching [Db] the scrap yard for my dirty crown.
I've been walking a _ [Abm] _ very [Db] long time.
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Baby child, up [Eb] on your [Abm] mama's [Db] knee, thirty-five angels [Abm] looking after [Gb] me.
They've been [Db] watching _ _ [Bbm] [B] with [Db] eyes so wide.
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [E] [Gb] In a sea of steel, I've [Eb] seen a golden [Db] glow.
Screaming the message [Bb] anyone [Ab] could know.
[Gb] Like a walking translation [Eb] on a street of [Db] lies.
Singing these scrap [Bbm] yard [Db] lullabies.
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[Db] I'm gonna take [Bbm] my time for [B] her [Gb] riches.
[Db] Wait for the [Bbm] diamonds to [B] ripen in [Db] the ditches of love around here.
[Ab] _ [Bb] _ [B] Things [Db] are never as they appear.
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Got a [Db] natural pearl in [Bbm] my [B] care.
At least a [Gb] hand, [Db] say for the girlhood.
You [Bb] really [B] [Db] understand what it takes to save.
_ The gold from the alchemy.
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[Gb] From a rusted hood, I've seen [Eb] the stars fall [Db]
about.
Screaming the message anyone could find out.
[Gb] Like a walking _ translation [Bb] down a street of [Db]
lies.
Singing these scrap [Bbm] yard [Gb] lullabies.
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Hush now baby, [Bb] dream [Abm] sweet [Gb] dreams.
Mama [Db] gonna [Bbm] break your ambition.
[B] When [Db] she let you go, _ _ _ you won't even [Eb] [Db] know.
_ [Bbm] _ _ [Abm] [Db] Cause the chrome do rust and [Bb] the [Abm] dust do shine.
[Db] Broken could be golden in its very own time.
You can be sure, _ [Bbm] _ [Abm] you won't [Db] even know what for.
[Bb] _ [B] _ [Dbm] [Gb] Now I'm down in the junk on [Eb] a darkened [Ab] day.
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[Db] Searching through the plies [Bbm] as others [Abm] throw away.
[Gb] Like a walking [Ebm] translation on a street [Db] of lies.
Singing these scrap [Bbm] yard [Abm] _ [Gb] lullabies.
Wake up running [Ebm] on the sacred [Db] ground.
Thirty five [Bbm] angels leading [Abm] her around.
[Db] Like [Gb] a walking translation [Eb] down a street of [Db] lies.
Singing these scrap [Bbm] yard _ [Db] lullabies.
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Singing these scrap yard [B] _ [Db] lullabies.
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