Chords for Rosanne Cash - 8 Gods Of Harlem (Audio) ft. Elvis Costello, Kris Kristofferson

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[Am] _ _ Rain falls on the _ paramedics, [F] but they do not go inside. _
[A] _ [Am] The street is where it all went down.
[F] The street is where [G] he _ lies.
[Dm] A mother in her universe [G] feels nothing but the pain. _
[Dm] A son who was a baby, but who [G] will never be a man.
So we pray [F] to the God of _ broken [C] _ glass.
_ _ We pray [F] to the God _ _ of [C] gunfire and regret.
_ We pray [F] to the God _ _ of collateral [C] _ children.
_ We pray [F] to them _ all, _ the eight [G] gods of Harlem. _ _ _ _
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_ _ Son was on his best [A] behavior, [F] _ shit was on his shoes.
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_ Blood was on the _ handlebars, [F] _ _ nothing [G] on the news.
_ [D] _ No one saw it coming, _
_ [G] no one was to blame. _
_ [D] _ Daddy's got a broken heart, [G] he'll never be the same.
So we pray [F] to the God _ of old [C] illusions. _ _ _ _
We pray [F] to the God of _ wasted [C] _ taxes.
_ _ We pray [F] to the God of _ _
[C] dreams and roses. _ _ _
We pray [F] to them all, _ the eight [G] gods of [C] Harlem. _ _ _
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_ The girl falls [E] down in hysterics, is [F] she laughing, is she crying, is she living, is she [A] dying?
_ Undone dress, [F] uniform, _ moves the glasses _ [A] higher.
_ [Dm] _ Suffer from the _ underground, [G] a rush of scalding steam.
[Dm] Her brother in a picture frame [G] and someone starts to scream.
We pray [C] to the God _ [F] _ of what's [C] that paper broken heart.
We pray [F] to the God of the last [C] chances for [G] rage and vengeance.
[C] We pray [F] to the God, beat the drums slowly, [C] neatly folded up and in no glory.
We pray [F] to them all, _ _ _ the eight [G] gods of Harlem.
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