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BbEbBbEbF
Lyric
GGot out of Dbed, wasn't Bbfeeling too Fgood
With my wallet and my Cpassport, a Cmnew pair of Bbshoes
GThe sun was Dshining so I Bbhead for theF park
With a bottle of tequCila and aCm new pack of Bbcigarrettes
I got a cousin, and sge got a friend
Who thought that her aunt knew a man who could help
At his apartment, I knock on the door
He wouldn't come out until he got paid
Now Bbdon't Ebtell anybBbody whEbat I Bbwanna Ebdo
If tBbhey fiEbnd ouBbt, yEbou know that they'll Ebnever let me tBbhrough Eb
BbCos it'sEb no fuBbn bEbeing Fan BbillegalEb alieBbn Eb (XF2 or however many you feel like)
Down at the office had to fill out the forms
A pink one, a red one, the colours you choose
Up to the counter to see what they think, they said,
"It doesn't count, man, it aint written in ink"
I don't trust anybody, least not around here
(Chorus)
Lead in to bridge (the keyboard solo)
Bb (2 bars) Ab(2 bars)
An illegal alien, OK
G(no 3rd) 2 bars G/C(no 3) 2 bars G/Eb(no 3) 1 bar
G/D(no 3) G/F(no 3) half bar each
DConsideration Gfor your fellow man
Would not Churt anybody, D7sus4sure fits in with my plan
Where everything comes easy, you just hold out your hand
there's a bit where the chords are Bm | Em |D |A | x2
then back to pre-chorus and chorus. Lyrics I left out can be found
at uwp among other places.
Chris King a.k.a. email protected
"why me?"
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