The Late John Garfield Blues Chords by John Prine

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_ _ _ _ Black [D] faces pressed _ against the glass where [G] rain has [D] pressed its way. _ _
_ _ Windblown scarves and top-down cars [E] all share one western [A] trait.
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[A] Sadness leaks [D] through tear-stained cheeks [F#] from white O's to dime [G]-stored Jews.
_ _ Probably _ [F#m] don't know where [D] they gave me _ _ [A] these late John Garfield [D] blues. _ _
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Midnight fell on Franklin Street [G] and the lamppost [D] buffer broke.
_ _ _ For the life of me, I could not sleep, [E] but I heard a brand [A]-new joke.
Two _ [G] men [A] were standing [D] upon a bridge.
[F#] One _ jumped and screamed,
[G] You lose, _ _ and just left the old [D] man holding _ _ those [A] late John [D] Garfield blues. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] An old man sleeps with his conscience at night.
_ [D] Young kids sleep with their _ _ dreams.
[E] While the men of the L sit perfectly still and live two laps [A] in between.
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_ _ _ I'm going away to the last resort [G] in a week or two [D] real soon. _ _
Well, the fish don't bite, but once a night by [E] the cold [B] light _ [A] of the moon,
_ _ _ [G] the horses _ [A] scream, [D] the nightmares drink, [F#] and the dead men all [G] wear shoes.
_ _ _ Losey, _ [E] _ _
[D] everybody's dancing, _ _ [A] those late _ _ _ John _ _ Garfield [D] _ blues.
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