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Short Stories
[A7] [C7] [G] [E] [F]
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[A7] [C7] [G7]
[A7] [C7] [G]
[A7]I dont wanna w[C7]rite songs about [G]depression
[A7]you probly won't' hear me s[C7]inging songs about the [G]lady I love
[A7]i dont bring up g[C7]onvernments and politi[G]cians
[A7]but i got these short stories [C7]in my bag you know the ones that Im [G]speaking of
[A7]the man in the [C7]suit who wants to be a stock market millionaire
[G]with a twin brother over on the other side of town who wants to lay back beach bum grow
hair
[A7]separated at birth and given[C7] up for an adoption
[G]then the vagabond finds himself at the beach and the other one in a mansion and he said
[A7]I dont wanna [C7]write songs about d[G]epression
[A7]you probly won't' hear me s[C7]inging songs about the [G]lady I love
[A7]i dont bring up g[C7]onvernments and politi[G]cians
[A7]but i got these short stories [C7]in my bag you know the ones that Im s[G]peaking of
[A7]well once upon a time a young man age 18 leaves his [C7]hometown to go see
[G]what the rest of the world could offer him and to gain some clarity
[A7]and now he's gone everywhere that he wanted to go
[C7]and every thing was all said and done now
[G]then he finds himself on the front door step of the home town that he came from and he said
[A7]I dont wanna [C7]write songs about d[G]epression
[A7]you probly won't' hear me [C7]singing songs about the l[G]ady I love
[A7]i dont bring up g[C7]onvernments and p[G]oliticians
[A7]but i got these short stories [C7]in my bag you know the ones that Im [G]speaking of
[E]things goin bad but you dont care
[F]stories told by the man in the rocking chair
[G]or the crack head sleeping out on the street
no clothes on his back no shoes on his feet
[E]but the tale that he tells to me o[F]bviously aint reality
[G]truth or fiction I'm still listenin wanting more like his addiction
[A7]I dont wanna w[C7]rite songs about d[G]epression
[A7]you probly won't' hear me [C7]singing songs about the l[G]ady I love
[A7]i dont bring up g[C7]onvernments and p[G]oliticians
[A7]but i got these short stories i[C7]n my bag you know the ones that Im[G] speaking of
Short Stories
[A7] [C7] [G] [E] [F]
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intro
[A7] [C7] [G7]
[A7] [C7] [G]
[A7]I dont wanna w[C7]rite songs about [G]depression
[A7]you probly won't' hear me s[C7]inging songs about the [G]lady I love
[A7]i dont bring up g[C7]onvernments and politi[G]cians
[A7]but i got these short stories [C7]in my bag you know the ones that Im [G]speaking of
[A7]the man in the [C7]suit who wants to be a stock market millionaire
[G]with a twin brother over on the other side of town who wants to lay back beach bum grow
hair
[A7]separated at birth and given[C7] up for an adoption
[G]then the vagabond finds himself at the beach and the other one in a mansion and he said
[A7]I dont wanna [C7]write songs about d[G]epression
[A7]you probly won't' hear me s[C7]inging songs about the [G]lady I love
[A7]i dont bring up g[C7]onvernments and politi[G]cians
[A7]but i got these short stories [C7]in my bag you know the ones that Im s[G]peaking of
[A7]well once upon a time a young man age 18 leaves his [C7]hometown to go see
[G]what the rest of the world could offer him and to gain some clarity
[A7]and now he's gone everywhere that he wanted to go
[C7]and every thing was all said and done now
[G]then he finds himself on the front door step of the home town that he came from and he said
[A7]I dont wanna [C7]write songs about d[G]epression
[A7]you probly won't' hear me [C7]singing songs about the l[G]ady I love
[A7]i dont bring up g[C7]onvernments and p[G]oliticians
[A7]but i got these short stories [C7]in my bag you know the ones that Im [G]speaking of
[E]things goin bad but you dont care
[F]stories told by the man in the rocking chair
[G]or the crack head sleeping out on the street
no clothes on his back no shoes on his feet
[E]but the tale that he tells to me o[F]bviously aint reality
[G]truth or fiction I'm still listenin wanting more like his addiction
[A7]I dont wanna w[C7]rite songs about d[G]epression
[A7]you probly won't' hear me [C7]singing songs about the l[G]ady I love
[A7]i dont bring up g[C7]onvernments and p[G]oliticians
[A7]but i got these short stories i[C7]n my bag you know the ones that Im[G] speaking of
