Holly Golightly & The Brokeoffs - BURN YOUR FUN Chords

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_ Black cat, what door's that?
Who the hell called your name? _ _
The hound dogs were the wonky quieters, bad luck for _ saying. _
[A] Ring around that full moon, go on, [Am] knock on wood. _ _ _
Red sky in the morning, baby, your dog looks so good.
Better run, better run, better load your gun, or you'll become a shit.
_ _ Better run, better run, better burn your farm, or the preacher man's gonna be in.
_ _ _ _ Church bells on the way, _ _ you gotta pay that toll.
_ _ Don't care about your good, good credit, they just want your soul.
_ _ You better [A] go on out the back door, you better [Am] travel [A] light.
_ _ _ Ain't [Am] got much time for sleeping, cause they're heading out tonight.
_ Better run, better run, better load your gun, or you'll become a shit. _
Better run, better run, better burn your farm, or the preacher man's gonna be in. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ Right hand on the Bible, _ [A] left foot in the grave.
_ _ _ Both [Am] eyes on the money, probably got none today.
_ _ Best not [A] get too precious, gonna burn down [Am] your stem.
_ They ain't shooting your crooked [A] dice, they're only gonna angle kill.
You better run, better run, better load your gun, or you'll become a shit. _ _
Better run, better run, better burn your farm, or the preacher man's gonna be in.
You better run, better run, better load your gun, or you'll become a shit.
You better run, better run, better burn your farm, or the preacher man's gonna be in. _ _ _ _ _
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