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BmOn a hippie trAail, head full of zomBmbie G A
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BmShe took me iAn and gave me breakBmfast G AAnd she said,
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DCan't you hear, can't youA hear the thunder? Bm G A
You Dbetter run, you beAtter take cover. Bm G A
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BmI said to the Aman, "Are you trying to Bmtempt me G A
Bm Because I Acome from the land ofBm plenty?" G AndA he said,
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DWhere women gloAw and men plunder?Bm G A
DCan't you hear, can't you Ahear the thunder? Bm G A
DYou better run, you bettAer take cover. Bm G A
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