Josephine Foster And The Supposed - Well-Heeled Men Chords

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_ _ _ _ _ If you [D] were humble, _ [F#m] _ would you say _ long to _ die? _
[B] Must an end there _ be? _
_ _ _ In hand, a silver [D] _ toothy [F#m] thief, you'd share your heart without [B] much grief. _ _
[E] But _ _ [D] [A] only one could [E] [B] never [D] howl, and [A] if you bothered a [C#m] kind [B] girl,
throw [F#m] her before you [C#] [B] reach the end, [D] and [A] you'd be a [B] love _ again. _
_ _ _ [Em] _ [B] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Once we knew [D] we're happy, _ [F#m] _ pockets empty [E] full [B] of _ hope.
_ _ _ We walked along [D] like a peasant without [F#m] a pet, and only in the [E] [B] landfill hope. _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] Now [F#m] you're heavy with a [E] heart [B] grown [D] cold, and [A] if you bothered [G#m] a kind girl,
[Dm] _ slide [A] before [B] you reach the end, [D] and [A] you'd be [E] a love [B] again. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] Silver and [A] gold are shining [B] from him, [D] glistening through the steps of the [A] well [Bm]-heeled [B] man.
Silver [D] and gold are shining [B] from them, though every [F#m] living hell offers [B] one thing.
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_ [F#m] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [B] _ You _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ like to count [D] in _ numbers, [F#m] you like a life [A] of [B] luxury. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Have someone [Bm] to impress you [E] for, [F#m] and carry on the [E]
[B] plot when _ _ _ _ _ you_
[D] That [A] this [E] dream is [B] getting old, [D] and [A] if you bothered a [E] kind [G#m] girl,
[D] die _ [A] before you [E] reach [B] the end, [D] and you'd [Bm] be a [D] love [B] again. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Silver [D] and gold are [B] shining from him, [A] glistening through the [D] steps of the [F#] well [B]-heeled man.
Silver [D] and [E] gold are shining [B] from them, though every [A] living hell offers [B] one thing. _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ If you [D] were _ hunger, [F#m] would you save them to die [B] most any day?
_ _ _ _ And would you hand yourself [D] over to [F#m] the _ thief, and share your heart with all the thieves?
_ _ _ [B] _ _
_ [D] Throw [F#m] you on, you could [E] never [Bm] have, and if [A] you bothered [E] a kind [B] girl,
[D] die [A] before [B] you reach the end, [D] and [F#m] you'd be a [B] love, my _ _ [D] friend. _
[B] _ _ _ _ _ [F#m] _ _ _
[Bm] _ _ _ Silver [D] and [A] gold are shining [D] from [B] him, [F#m] glistening through the steps of the well [Bm]-heeled man.
_ Silver [F#m] and gold are [B] shining from them. _ _
_ [A] _ _ _ [B] _ _ [Bm] Silver and _ _ [B] gold, _ silver [D] and _ _ [B] gold, _ silver [D] and gold are shining [B] from them,
though every [A] living [C#m] hell [B] offers one thing.
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