Chords for Turnpike Troubadours "Gin, Smoke, Lies" | Austin City Limits Web Exclusive:

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Well, if you've got 20 guys and he's happy as [F] a log, [Gm] I'd recommend the Morning Plums,
but I'm all about that [G] dark, but [F] I'm all about that [G] dark.
Well, if you've been [Gm] drinking, _ _ _ you [G] better look me in the [F] eye.
_ [C] All I [G]
smell is cheap perfume, _ gin [F] and smoke [G] and lye. _ _ _
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[Gm] Last Saturday, I dressed up so [C] pretty.
[G] Well, you blew up our room, boy, [F] in Oklahoma [G] City.
How can Oklahoma City?
_ Well, [Gm] Spade is made for digging dirt, and an axe is [F] made for chopping die.
[G] My heart's hard as a filthy hammer [D] and a hardwood [G] cob.
And a [Gm] hardwood cob, [G] man, if you've been [Gm] true, if you've been true,
you better look me in [F] the eye.
[Bb] All [G] I smell is cheap _
[Gm] perfume, [G] thin gin, [F] thin smoke, [G] thin lye. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ Where would you go?
The bottom of the land, a big black crow [F] is alive.
[Gm] No, I'll never go down there.
[C] I wonder what [Gm] has happened.
[G] I wonder what has [Gm] happened.
Thin [G] gin, thin smoke, thin lye.
The dog _ is [F] flying, [G] the boy is wanting love.
Can't believe no cry.
[F] Can't believe no cry.
_ If you've been true, well, if you've been true, you [G] better look me in [D] the eye.
_ [G] All I smell is cheap perfume, _ [Gm] thin [G] gin, thin [F] smoke, thin [G] lye.
If you've [Gm] been true, well, if you've been true, you better look me in [Bb] the eye.
[Gm] All I smell is cheap perfume, _ thin gin, thin [F] smoke, [G] thin lye.
Thin gin, thin [F] smoke, [G] thin lye. _ _ _
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