Chords for Requiem of the Crazies - Rusty Cage

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_ _ _ _ _ _ It's kind of hard [Bb] to be a bum in this town. _ _
_ [A] _ _ The kids walk [Dm] wild, running all around.
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We go by behind [Bb] without a sound. _
_ _ [A] _ _ We all got [Dm] stories to tell. _ _ _ _ _
Put a penny in the cup, [Bb] you might hear us moan.
_ _ [A] _ _ I'm just a dollar short of catching [Dm] a greyhound home. _ _ _ _
And God bless us, sir, [Bb] won't see me no more.
[A] _ _ _ I'll be drunk [Dm] behind a Jiffy store.
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_ I'm gonna get [Gm] straight if it's the last thing I can bear.
_ [C] _ _ I'd give my life [F] together if someone [A] would care.
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_ And if I should [Gm] die before my time's through,
_ [A] _ _ tell all the people [Dm] who I was. _ _ _
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[Dm] _ On a bench, sour [Bb] stains clutching my boots.
_ [A] _ A pair of Swiss cheese [Dm] socks and tored up shoes. _ _
_ Whiskey breath, dumpster [Bb] chef next to Taco Bell.
[D] _ [A] _ I drop my aspirations [Dm] down the wishing well. _ _
_ Drunken stance, piss my [Bb] pants, piano key teeth.
_ [A] _ _ All these things will blind you [Dm] from the man beneath. _ _ _
Not a fool, been [Bb] to school, I've read some, too.
_ _ [A] _ You see us bums are [Dm] people, too.
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_ I'm gonna get straight [Gm] if it's the last thing I can [C] bear.
_ _ I'd give my life together [F] if someone would [A] care.
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And if I should [Gm] die before my time's through,
_ [A] _ _ tell all the people [D] who I was. _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ On the streets where I [Bb] sleep, all it is my name.
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I lost my wife and [Dm] child, and the whiskey is to blame.
_ _ _ Preaching _ [Bb] gospels, Nick Razzie's on the curb.
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Among these people, I'll [Dm] achieve my fame. _
_ _ _ Can't get a job, [Bb] there's a dirt on my face.
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Can't find no food [Dm] or a resting place. _
_ _ I ain't a bad [Bb] guy, Lord knows I tried.
[A] _ _ I'm probably right here in the alley where [Dm] I died.
_ _ [Am] _ _ [D] _ _ I'm gonna get straight [Gm] if it's the last thing I can bear. _
[C] _ _ I'd give my life together [F] if someone would [A] care.
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If I should die [Gm] before my time is through,
_ _ [A] _ _ tell all the people [Dm] who I was.
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_ I'm gonna get straight if [Gm] it's the last thing I can bear.
[C] _ _ I'd give my life together [F] if someone [A] would care.
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And if I [Am] should die [Gm] before my time is through,
_ [A] _ _ tell all the people _ _ _ [Am] who [Dm] I was.
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