Chords for Panhandlin' Prince

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_ _ _ I'm steppin' on a rusty bar bench, baby, not much else to do.
Smoke cigarettes and drink my meat, these fine mouth nigger brew.
As I start drinkin' and I start thinkin' that death is on my [B] side.
[A] Let [F#] my heart stop beatin', the streets kept reakin' suicide. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ Why do I remain in a city, a dark part of [Bm] this [A] town?
[F#] Just another innocent [A] backwoods dixon, [F#] it's a society locked down.
You can call me a loser, call me a loser, really doesn't matter [B] to me.
[Am] [A#] I got a bench, and [F#] snoozin', soft and easy food, [A] and I'm all_
_ [F#m] _ [F#] _less
alive.
[A] I keep it coming, sometimes [F#m] don't know why.
_ [F#] Ooh, yeah, I'm [E] gonna do it until the day [F#] I die.
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_ _ Consider me the duke of that time in your toaster, a sanitary [Em] engineer.
[A] _ [F#] I benched the man, the hell [A] of a master, [F#] well, I'm 140, did you see?
Sir, I know it ain't much, but at least I'm in touch, yeah, with [B] reality.
[A] I [F#] wouldn't trade no places, bein' a [B] rat racist, [A] no sorry, [F#m] baby.
[F#] I [A] keep it coming, sometimes don't know [A] why.
[F#] Ooh, yeah, I'm gonna [E] do it [B] until [F#] the day I die.
I keep [B] it coming, sometimes don't know why.
[A] [F#] Ooh, [A] yeah, I'm gonna [E] do it until the day I die.
[F#] Mr.
Trump, can I ask you a question?
[A#] Life has been a change for me, [B] sucker.
[G#] Now I'm [B] down and out, and there [A] ain't no doubt that [F#] I am here to [C] stay.
Yeah, you see [F#] me with my brothers line, in the [D#] jetto with my paper bag in [B] hand.
[F#] Yeah, Mr.
Trump, reach [B] up, show me what it's there for.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [A] You take away [B] my peace of mind, you're leaving me here to rot [F#m] in hell.
_ Yeah, yeah, [A] but look again, [B] my killer split, once you leave, it's just [F#] a lie.
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_ _ [A] It's gonna take the more [B] you fake, the more you paint, [F#] the more you lose.
_ _ [A] It's gonna take the [B] life, it's gonna take the silence, seize the day, and [F#] drink your booze. _ _ _ _ _
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