Irene (ravin' Bomb)

	  		 
Primeira Parte 
  
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Irene pulled in at midnight 
C      G         F 
Lit on smoke and beer 
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Proudly crawled to the porch and called your favorite child is here 
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Ma asked where ya livin' 
           C       G       F 
And are ya livin' right within? 
     C         G           F               Am      G       F     G 
She said with fire like a gospel choir, a saint immune to sin 
  
Refrão 
  
     C 
Old Irene 
        G     F 
Like a ravin bomb 
                     C                     G            F      G 
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug she comes up on 
    C 
Old Irene 
       G       F 
Never lackin' charm 
                    C                      G               F 
Said I was feelin' good and in the neighborhood I mean no harm 
   
Segunda Parte 
  
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Irene sat down for supper 
         C       G       F 
Pourin' visine into her eyes 
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To see her tremblin' hand was to Understand some things you can't disguise 
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Pa said not for nothin' 
        C             G        F 
But you don't seem to be quite well 
    C                  G       F          Am       G    F 
Irene read back with a smilin' crack how could you ever tell? 
  
Refrão 
  
    C 
Old Irene 
        G     F 
Like a ravin bomb 
                     C                   G              F       G 
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug she comes up on 
    C 
Old Irene 
       G         F 
Don't believe in pain 
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She said to live this life you need a half a pint to keep you sane 
   
Terceira Parte 
  
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Irene said but I ain't happy 
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Sometimes I wake up feelin' dead 
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And if the sun should shine I close my blinds, pretend there's rain instead 
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Took down all my mirrors 
       C            G       F 
I gave away all my rope and guns 
             C        G              F                     Am      G     F 
Drowned the darkest times with some rock gut wine, and my faithful mash reruns 
  
Refrão 
  
     C 
Old Irene 
        G     F 
Like a ravin bomb 
                    C                     G                   F       G 
She's cuttin' every rug and killin' every jug that she comes up on 
     C 
Old Irene 
           G      F 
Said it's sad but true 
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In spite of all it brings it's the only thing that gets me through 
  G                  C      G   F 
You know it gets me through 
                     C      G   F 
You know it gets me through 
                     C      G   F 
You know it gets me through 
            C        G   F 
It gets me through 

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