Chords with lyrics
Intro picked:
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Cute long-haired eight-year old boy turned to a tacit, bald decoy
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"Hey
Pa this is the best one yet switched around, turned around my mindset"
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They'll say anything they can, make you worship and raise those hands
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Take you out on the town, bring ya back and tell you to bow down
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So I'm rollin' on over Missouri
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And I'm rollin' on over
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I went crazy, ripped the scabs off my knees
I went crazy askin' "why god me "
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Suppose I ain't like them other boys, so they carved me my own damn pedestal
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Extolled my voice, a trojan horse for their words
N.C.
"Why thе hell we goin' to hell if wе don't dig girls "
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And I'm rollin' on over Missouri
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And I'm rollin' on over
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Cuz I am a man now, and I know I'm all fucked up
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But I can stand now, and I know I can fuck you up
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Oh boy
I'm outta control
I can't sleep, can't eat or see outta this hole
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God taste a hell of a lot like whiskey, oh lord washeth away my wicked dreams
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Oh boy, that ain't God, that's a bottle of Beam
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Then I guess the Devil's the one that's been helping me
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So I'm rollin' on over Missouri
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And I'm rollin' on over
