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D           D/A               D          D/A 
Everybody's talking like they can't sit down 
    G                             D 
And looking like they can't stand up 
   E           D#     D    A           
It must be the latest style 
            D             C#             C      G                        
And they've seen a lot of things that you never see 
                                   D       C# 
Back on the mile up to the hanging tree 
F#                          B            
Some people can't keep their fingers clean 
      E                          A                   A - G# - G 
Just clicking their heels to the beat of the scene 
          D                     G                A                 D 
Trying to keep careen until the first edition of last night's obituaries 


     D            Gm 
Jump up - hold on tight 
     A                     D         D/A 
Can't trust a promise or a guarantee 
           G                              D                   A      D       C# 
'Cause the man 'round the curve says that he's never heard of you or me 


F#                 B 
No tombstone would ever surprise me 
         E                      A                  D 
When I'm locked in a room about half the size of a matchbox 
    C#                  F# 
Got holes in my socks 
                                             F#7 
They match the ones that I got in my feet 
                                            C#                 F# 
I put my feet in the holes in the street and somebody paved me over 
B                E 
I was a statue standing on the corner 
         A                        D    E            A         A - B - C# 
Tell me, how else can a boy get to see those pretty pleats? 


D         D/A            D  D/A        G              D 
Candidate talking on the radio from the "Cheaters Jamboree" 
   E             D#     D   A 
He must be their latest fool 
              D         C#          C       G 
'Cause it's a two-horse race and he changes bets 
                                      D         C# 
Like it was just another brand of cigarettes 
F#                          B 
Some people judge then they just guess the rest 
     E                         A                          A - G# - G 
They can't understand it don't mean that you're blessed 
              D                 G 
They ought to catch the Express Next Stop No Where 
A                     D 
That way you can't forget 


     D            Gm 
Jump up - hold on tight 
     A                      D        D/A 
Can't trust a promise or a guarantee 
           G                              D                   A      D 
'Cause the man 'round the curve says that he's never heard of you or me.