Parkland chords by Lee Harvey Osmond

Chords with lyrics

Tuning: EADGBE

Intro:
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Verse 1:
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Sun thru the window like a boogeyman
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Unfinished curtains on the nightstand
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Alarm clock bounces off my head
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Phone is ringing beside my bed
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My son is dressed and waitin' on the step
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It's the head nurse calling from Parkland

Verse 2:
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I got a kid, his name's John-John
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Born the same day as the President's son
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Today's the day of the big parade
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But they're short at work and its double pay
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That means a scooter on your birthday
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But the president'll have to wait?...

Verse 3:
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Take public transit one oh nine
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Bounce out at the Parkland sign
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Bring him to work and show him around
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Grab that bucket, mop and gown
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Towels, bedsheets, blankets and diapers
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Wheeling him 'round in the laundry hamper

Solo:
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Verse 4:
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John was the Prez, a mop was Jackie K.
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We were a two-man motorcade
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he blew a kiss and then thru the glass
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of emergency doors we turned to see
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Blood and roses, guns and grief
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Blood and roses, guns and grief?

Verse 5:
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Bring him in and lay him down
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John, bring the surgeon's gloves and gowns
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through the black suits dartin' to and fro
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I could see her shaking and alone
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"John-John put that bullet back and offer Mrs Kennedy your hand
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Hold it tight 'til her cryin's done
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And don't look back, I won't be long..."

Solo:
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Verse 6:
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I brought fresh linen for the President
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I watched the doctors pronounce him dead
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Then a light voice said "Is this your son?
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He held my hand and my cryin's done"
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Then John-John said "you better get along
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You've got a birthday to plan when you get home?..."

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Verse 7:
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She bent down and kissed my John-John's face
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Smoothed her bloody dress into place
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And with her son's love as her staff
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She lifted a nation upon her back
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She turned and nodded; we nodded back
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As they carried her husband from Parkland...

Solo:
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Outro:
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