Chords for John Reed - My Name Is John Wellington Wells (The Sorcerer).avi
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My name is John Wellington Wells.
I'm a dealer in magic and spells, in blessings and curses
and ever filled purses, in prophecies, witches and nails.
If you want a proud foe to meet
tracks, if you'd melt every jungle in wax, you've got to look in on our resident gin
number 70, Simmery Axe.
[Cm] We've a first rate assortment of magic and for raising a posthumous
shade.
With effects that are comic or tragic, [Fm] there's no [G] cheaper house in the trade.
Love
filters with quantities of it, and for knowledge if anyone burns, [C] we're keeping a [Eb] very small
profit.
A profit who [Am] brings us [Bb] unbounded returns, for he can prophesy with the [C] wink
of his eye.
People's security, [Ab] interpurity, some of your history, tear up a mystery, [N] humour
productivity, foreign nativity, foreign nativity.
He has answers oracular, bogus spectacular,
[Bb] tetrapods tradical, mirrors are magical, facts are sonomical, solemn or comical, [Eb] and if you
want it he makes a reduction on taking a [Bb] quantity.
Oh, [Eb] if anyone anything lacks, he'll find it
already in stacks, if he'd only look in on the [Ab] resident gin number 70, Simmery [Eb] [Fm]
Axe.
[Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] He
can raise you [Ab] hosts of ghosts, and [Abm] that without [Ab] reflectors, [Eb] and creepy things [Ab] with wings,
[E] and gaunt and [Ab] grisly spectres.
He can fill you [Db] crowds of shrouds, [Cm] and horrify you vastly.
[Ab] He can wreck your brains [Db] with chains, [B] and gibberings grim [Bb] and ghastly.
[N] Then [Eb] if you plan
it, he changes [C] organity with an abanity full of [Ab] satanity, fixes [C] humanity [F] with an inanity
[Bb] fatal to vanity, driving your foes to the verge of insanity.
Barring tautology, inhumanology,
electrobiology, mystripnosology, spirit philology, [Eb] hypothestology, such is his knowledge, he
isn't a man to require an [Bb] apology.
Oh,
[Eb] my name is John Wellington Wells, I'm a dealer
in magic and spells, in blessings and curses, and ever filled purses, in prophecies, witches
and nails, and if anyone anything lacks, he'll find it already in stacks, if he'd only look
in on the resident gin [Abm] number [Eb] 70, Simmery [Fm] Axe.
[Eb] [N]
[Ab] [Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
My name is John Wellington Wells.
I'm a dealer in magic and spells, in blessings and curses
and ever filled purses, in prophecies, witches and nails.
If you want a proud foe to meet
tracks, if you'd melt every jungle in wax, you've got to look in on our resident gin
number 70, Simmery Axe.
[Cm] We've a first rate assortment of magic and for raising a posthumous
shade.
With effects that are comic or tragic, [Fm] there's no [G] cheaper house in the trade.
Love
filters with quantities of it, and for knowledge if anyone burns, [C] we're keeping a [Eb] very small
profit.
A profit who [Am] brings us [Bb] unbounded returns, for he can prophesy with the [C] wink
of his eye.
People's security, [Ab] interpurity, some of your history, tear up a mystery, [N] humour
productivity, foreign nativity, foreign nativity.
He has answers oracular, bogus spectacular,
[Bb] tetrapods tradical, mirrors are magical, facts are sonomical, solemn or comical, [Eb] and if you
want it he makes a reduction on taking a [Bb] quantity.
Oh, [Eb] if anyone anything lacks, he'll find it
already in stacks, if he'd only look in on the [Ab] resident gin number 70, Simmery [Eb] [Fm]
Axe.
[Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] He
can raise you [Ab] hosts of ghosts, and [Abm] that without [Ab] reflectors, [Eb] and creepy things [Ab] with wings,
[E] and gaunt and [Ab] grisly spectres.
He can fill you [Db] crowds of shrouds, [Cm] and horrify you vastly.
[Ab] He can wreck your brains [Db] with chains, [B] and gibberings grim [Bb] and ghastly.
[N] Then [Eb] if you plan
it, he changes [C] organity with an abanity full of [Ab] satanity, fixes [C] humanity [F] with an inanity
[Bb] fatal to vanity, driving your foes to the verge of insanity.
Barring tautology, inhumanology,
electrobiology, mystripnosology, spirit philology, [Eb] hypothestology, such is his knowledge, he
isn't a man to require an [Bb] apology.
Oh,
[Eb] my name is John Wellington Wells, I'm a dealer
in magic and spells, in blessings and curses, and ever filled purses, in prophecies, witches
and nails, and if anyone anything lacks, he'll find it already in stacks, if he'd only look
in on the resident gin [Abm] number [Eb] 70, Simmery [Fm] Axe.
[Eb] [N]
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My name is John Wellington Wells.
I'm a dealer in magic and spells, in blessings and curses
and ever filled purses, in prophecies, witches and nails.
If you want a proud foe to meet
tracks, if you'd melt every jungle in wax, you've got to look in on our resident gin
number 70, Simmery Axe.
[Cm] We've a first rate assortment of magic and for raising a posthumous
shade.
With effects that are comic or tragic, [Fm] there's no [G] cheaper house in the trade.
Love
filters with quantities of it, and for knowledge if anyone burns, [C] we're keeping a [Eb] very small
profit.
A profit who [Am] brings us [Bb] unbounded returns, for he can prophesy with the [C] wink
of his eye.
People's security, [Ab] interpurity, some of your history, tear up a mystery, [N] humour
productivity, foreign nativity, foreign nativity.
He has answers oracular, bogus spectacular,
[Bb] tetrapods tradical, mirrors are magical, facts are sonomical, solemn or comical, [Eb] and if you
want it he makes a reduction on taking a [Bb] quantity.
Oh, [Eb] if anyone anything lacks, he'll find it
already in stacks, if he'd only look in on the [Ab] resident gin number 70, Simmery [Eb] _ [Fm] _ _
Axe.
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_ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ He
can raise you [Ab] hosts of ghosts, and [Abm] that without [Ab] reflectors, [Eb] and creepy things [Ab] with wings,
[E] and gaunt and [Ab] grisly spectres.
He can fill you [Db] crowds of shrouds, [Cm] and horrify you vastly.
[Ab] He can wreck your brains [Db] with chains, [B] and gibberings grim [Bb] and _ _ ghastly.
[N] _ _ Then [Eb] if you plan
it, he changes [C] organity with an abanity full of [Ab] satanity, fixes [C] humanity [F] with an inanity
[Bb] fatal to vanity, driving your foes to the verge of insanity.
_ Barring tautology, inhumanology,
electrobiology, mystripnosology, spirit philology, _ [Eb] hypothestology, such is his knowledge, he
isn't a man to require an [Bb] apology.
Oh, _
[Eb] my name is John Wellington Wells, I'm a dealer
in magic and spells, in blessings and curses, and ever filled purses, in prophecies, witches
and nails, and if anyone anything lacks, he'll find it already in stacks, if he'd only look
in on the resident gin [Abm] number [Eb] 70, Simmery _ [Fm] Axe.
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My name is John Wellington Wells.
I'm a dealer in magic and spells, in blessings and curses
and ever filled purses, in prophecies, witches and nails.
If you want a proud foe to meet
tracks, if you'd melt every jungle in wax, you've got to look in on our resident gin
number 70, Simmery Axe.
[Cm] We've a first rate assortment of magic and for raising a posthumous
shade.
With effects that are comic or tragic, [Fm] there's no [G] cheaper house in the trade.
Love
filters with quantities of it, and for knowledge if anyone burns, [C] we're keeping a [Eb] very small
profit.
A profit who [Am] brings us [Bb] unbounded returns, for he can prophesy with the [C] wink
of his eye.
People's security, [Ab] interpurity, some of your history, tear up a mystery, [N] humour
productivity, foreign nativity, foreign nativity.
He has answers oracular, bogus spectacular,
[Bb] tetrapods tradical, mirrors are magical, facts are sonomical, solemn or comical, [Eb] and if you
want it he makes a reduction on taking a [Bb] quantity.
Oh, [Eb] if anyone anything lacks, he'll find it
already in stacks, if he'd only look in on the [Ab] resident gin number 70, Simmery [Eb] _ [Fm] _ _
Axe.
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _ He
can raise you [Ab] hosts of ghosts, and [Abm] that without [Ab] reflectors, [Eb] and creepy things [Ab] with wings,
[E] and gaunt and [Ab] grisly spectres.
He can fill you [Db] crowds of shrouds, [Cm] and horrify you vastly.
[Ab] He can wreck your brains [Db] with chains, [B] and gibberings grim [Bb] and _ _ ghastly.
[N] _ _ Then [Eb] if you plan
it, he changes [C] organity with an abanity full of [Ab] satanity, fixes [C] humanity [F] with an inanity
[Bb] fatal to vanity, driving your foes to the verge of insanity.
_ Barring tautology, inhumanology,
electrobiology, mystripnosology, spirit philology, _ [Eb] hypothestology, such is his knowledge, he
isn't a man to require an [Bb] apology.
Oh, _
[Eb] my name is John Wellington Wells, I'm a dealer
in magic and spells, in blessings and curses, and ever filled purses, in prophecies, witches
and nails, and if anyone anything lacks, he'll find it already in stacks, if he'd only look
in on the resident gin [Abm] number [Eb] 70, Simmery _ [Fm] Axe.
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _
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