Chords for Desolation Row by Chris Smither

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There are seven postcards [G] of them. _
_ [C] They're painted with passports [G] and arms. _ _
[D] There's a beauty parlor all filled with statements _
_ [C] and services.
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Here comes the blind commissioner. _ _ _
_ [C] _ They've got [G] him entrapped. _ _
[D] There's one hand that's tied to the tape of Walker. _
Yeah, [C] and the other one is in his [G] pants. _ _ _
[C] In the right spot, _ they're restless. _
[G] They need some place to [C] go. _ _
_ [G] This lady and I look out [C] tonight _ in [C] _ [G] disillusioned glow. _
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[D] Albert Einstein [G] disguises Robin Hood
with [C] _ memories _ [G] drunk _
_ [D] past his way.
Just an hour ago, with his friend, [C] _ the jealous monk, _ _ _
_ [G] he looked immaculately faithful. _ _
_ [C] _ He bought the cigarette, _ _ [D] then he went off sniffing green pipes.
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He was [C] reciting the alphabet.
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And you would not think, _ just look at him,
that he [G] was famous long [C] ago _
[G] for playing the electric violin [C] _
_ [G] in the [C] old age [G] cellar. _ _
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_ [C] _ [G] _ _ _ _ Ophelia, [D] _ she's beneath the window.
_ _ [C] For her, I feel so strange.
_ [D] On her 22nd [G] birthday.
_ [D] _ Yes, [C] already she is an old [G] maid.
_ _ _ [C] _ [G] Now here comes Romeo, and he's mourning.
_ Oh, [C] you belong to me, [G] I believe.
_ _ [D] Till someone says, you did wrong, play my flute.
_ [C] You belong to me.
[G] _ _ _ _ [C] Yeah, they all play on the penny whistle.
_ _ _ [G] You can hear them blow.
_ _ [G] Refusing to hear, _ after [C] _ _ [G] a pin does go loose,
she doesn't know. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Cinderella, [C#]
she [C] looks so [G] easy.
_ _ [C] _ Takes one to know one, [G] she smiles.
_ [D] Yeah, she sticks her hands in her [Bm] back pockets,
[D] _ _ _ [C] Benny Davis style.
_ _ _ _ [G] To her death, romantic, _ _ _ [C] _ she wears a night vest.
_ Her [D] profession is her religion.
_ _ Yes, her [C] sin is her life's risk.
[G] _ _ _ And [C] the only sound that you can hear
_ after [G] the ambulance is [C] gone
_ _ _ [G] is Cinderella [D] sweeping [C] up [G] _ in the [C] old age cellar.
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_ Yeah, you know, I got your letter yesterday. _
_ [C] By the time you told [G] how I broke, _
_ [D] you asked me how I was doing. _ _ _
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_ _ [D] All these people that you [G] mentioned,
yes, [C] I know _ they're quite [G] lame. _
[D] I had to rearrange their faces on my phone.
I [C] gave them all another name.
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_ [C] _ Right now, I don't need to gut. _
[G] Don't send me no more letters, [C] no. _ _
_ [G] Not unless you mail them [C] from
_ _ [G] _ _ Desolation. _ _
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[C] Right now, I don't need to gut.
Don't send me no more letters, [C] no.
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Not unless you mail them [C] from
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