You Can't Hold The Hand Of A Rock And Roll Man chords by Okkervil River

Intro:
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Verse 1:
A
This week's cash for last week's grass
            D                    Bm
Your crew collates while you sit in the van and wait
A
Gassed and trashed and smashed young cads
         D         Bm
Roasting away on a sunny summer day
     E                       F#m  D
(Or, okay, an August night anyway)

Verse 2:
                     E
And you're living on air
                            F#m
While on the 25th floor, up there
                     D                 E
They'd fan a million bucks before your face
         D               E                              F#m
Marie's passed out in a chair with her once fussed-over hair
                   D                     E
All mussed into an I've-just-been-fucked shape

Verse 3:
                         A
Just an hour before, she crashed, all cashed
                                                         D
She said, "I'm done with looking back, and you look your age
          Bm                   E                 F#m    D
Which is thirty-seven, by the way and not twenty-eight
                     E                                    F#m
And fucking let them stare, because at this point I don't care
                                D              E
I have been your bride stripped bare since '98
         D            E                                 F#m
And our silver-screen affair, it weighs less to me than air
                       D                  E
It's a gas now. It's a laugh just how far several mil can take it"

Instrumental:
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Verse 4:
A                                           D
This week's as fast as last week's flash of interstate
         Bm
When you starved and never ate
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This week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your face
        Bm                            E                    F#m   D
As you roam on silk ripped tippy-toe alone through Silver lake

Verse 5:
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Splayed astride a snow-white mare on a non-stop all-night tear
                         D               E
What a ghastly sight you smear in every face
        D                E                                F#m
In that fat, fur-trimmed affair that your lawyer lets you wear
                              D           E
You'll destroy your chance to ever get repeatedly engaged

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