Chords for The Dead South perform "Boots" on DittyTV

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[Em] _ _ [B] _ _ _ [Em] _ [B] I'm a [Em] major [B] fool by [E] your [Em] _ _
smirk.
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[G] Boy, you're gonna shoot me with words.
Right through the [D] head, oh, and you're sky [Em]-high deserved.
[B] Throw me to [E] the curb.
[G] _ [C] _ _ [G] Rotten old foes gathering around [C] me.
[G] Born in [D] my foe, I'll [Em] watch her bleed.
[B] Stunned [Em] you'll believe this standard dream.
[B] Completely [E] _ _ obscene.
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[G] Bound me in the corner [C] ground.
[G] Thought my body [D] hit the wall [Em] lying down.
[B] Then you steal [Em] my crown.
_ _ [C] [G] For a lever, land in the [C] dirt.
[G] Take off [D] my boots and [Em] get to the herd.
All those sad words, pain and disturb.
[B] Come [Em] made to serve.
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[Em] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ Take off [G] my boots and [B] I will [Em] love you.
_ _ [C] _ _ Take off [G] my boots [B] and I will [Em] love you.
_ _ [C] _ _ Take off [G] my boots [B] and I will [Em] _
love you.
_ _ [C] _ Take [G] off my boots [E] and I will _
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_ Take off my boots and I will love you.
[C] _ [G] Take off my boots [Em] and I will love you.
_ Take off my boots and I will love [C] you.
[G] Take off my boots [E] and I will [D] love _ you.
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