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My bulDldog is barking in theG backyard D
D7EnougGh to raise a dead man from his graE7ve
And I Dcan't concentrate on what I'm doBing
B7DisturbE7ance going to crucify my dayAs
And the Ddays they get longer and longer D7
D7And the G7nightime is a time of littE7le use E7
For I juDst get ugly and olB7der
E7I get juiced on MateusA7 and jusA7t hang looseD
BmAnd I get bombed for breakfast in the morniG7ng
BmI get bombed for dinner time and teG7a
I dressD in rags, smell a lot,A and have a reaGl good time
I'm a geDnuine exampleA7 of a social diseaseD G D
DMy landlady lives in a caravanD7
D7Well thaG7t is when she isn't in my E7arms E7
And itD seems I pay the rent in human kB7indness
E7But my liquor also helps to grE7ease her palAm G D
And the Dladies are all getting wrinkles D7
D7And theyG7're falling apart at the sE7eams E7
Well I jDust get high on teB7quila
E7And see visions of vinA7eyards iA7n my dreams D
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