Great Song--Seems like it repeats on the C-C7 till the chorus C-C7-C-C7 I wake up the same everyday comb my hair, make the bed with the radio playing there's no thought in what I will wear been the same black and gray, since he passed away I walk to the church and I pray
on the stairs, where the children are playing I get up and set up my wares hear the birds sing along in the song that we share G And all that I say is tupins a bag tupins a bag C-C7-C-C7 but really there's more that I say
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