Chords for Shawn Phillips - Whaz' Zat - Zumbrota 2014

Lightning's fang shadows in the tremors of [B] the night,
While he creeps among the alley,
Spinning clear before the [A] fright,
She sleeps in dapper trousers in the [C#] ballroom's decadent,
_ [D] Morning gently ever dreaming by his [C#] courted _ precedence,
[F#] Head quivering, blabbering from a constant stream [E] of thoughts,
Sensitively ringing [C#] out the rags that he has caught, _
Panting up her bulging belly, she so slowly cries a smile,
In [B] anticipated suffering ever slowly [A] gone,
Child,
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[C#m] He's feeding in the vacuum going nowhere,
But of course [B] he might believe in discipline of a bloody kind of sort,
[G#] Naturally a state [A] of race, a never changing fate [G#m] of it,
While everything and some were greatest men of human race,
[C#] To her it doesn't matter more, it's chasmed up and [B] left,
And she leans above the skepticism of her [A] chosen fate,
_ _ [G#] _ _ He
Stand [C#] tall you spittle-smatted son of man,
[C] Stand up you then say, _
[B] I'll slap you down and kick your [D] teeth and smile across the [A] bay,
Here [F#] elephant, eloquent leading wasn't what you did this [B] year,
She passed it by and told a lie and shed a crystal [C#] tear,
For him to see from valleys, edges and plateaus in the sand,
[B] And yet he has beshit himself for [A] being just a _ man,
[C#] _ _ [G#] _
A bragging, crying sort of twitty cast of [B] shade and pink,
He's brought himself and all the [D] rest down to the very brain,
[F#m] Yet that magic urge continues on in place continuum,
[B] A song of pleasure and [C#] of pain until dead will be _ done, _
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