Chords for Joe Hertler: Finalist of Guitar Center's Singer-Songwriter 2

My name's Joe Hertler.
I'm a fifth grade teacher and I'm from Lansing, Michigan.
Tonight you'll [Abm] probably expect, well, you should expect a chorus-less, hook-less song
that's really long and really wordy and I've totally screwed it up before live.
But it's one of my favorites and I wrote it before I discovered the pop format
of the one-two, one-two, three-two with lots of hooks.
So for that reason and then the lyrical content of the song, it just means [A] the world to me
and I'm gonna give it my best shot and see what happens here.
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_ [G] _ _ _ I'll be there when gods die, [D] they die so hard
I _ _ _ _ [G] was waiting on the West Branch, fishing the Acabo
[Dm] Watching [G] ghosts float on by, [Am] like they're angels [G] from the rubble
[Dm] One asked me [G] if I knew of a man in the sky
Who hangs the [C] stars for all to [G] see, he's dust and cinnamon _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[Dm] I said, sir, [C] who am I [G] to answer such a question
For my reaper came [C] to greet [G] me as I lied in my confession
He [Dm] said, son, you ain't [G] the only [C] [G] one forgotten on this river
I [Dm] lost my heart along [C] these banks, [G] help me search this fellow sinner
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _ ready now.
_ [G] Are you feeling sinister behind a broken [D] sky? _ _ _ _ _
The clouds part ways, divisions [G] make a decision
Into the [D] afterlife, _ _ _ _ _ access [G] granted [D] to only you [G] and no one else
Sad for those who share [D] your wealth, _ _ _ _ _ when did magic lose its logic
[G] And delusion be [Bm] used to [D] warm oneself
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_ [G] was walking [C] down [G] in Detroit when a man tapped my arm
He was a [C] ghost from 84 [Am] with a Tiger's [G] t-shirt on
He floated [C] above the buildings [Am] where he asked me to [G] take his hand
And he led me [C] to the base where [G] old J.L. Hudson used to stand _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ He [Dm] said, [G] son, if [C] you have noticed [D] as these [G] times have come to pass
That all great things, while they touch the sky, will soon become the last
[Dm] We got houses, [C] we got Jesus, [G] but until we touch the stars
And [Dm] while we're [C] here at On the [G] Ground, when gods die _
_ Gods die, they die so hard _
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