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DEAD STRINGS

DEAD STRINGS

WORDS AND MUSIC BY HENRY GROSS ©2009 ACHTUNES, ASCAP  (118 BPM)

 

GOT A ONE EYED, HIGH FLYIN’, HEAT SEEKING MISSLE
HANGIN’ SO LOW DOWN IT’S BURNING UP THE PLACE
LONG FRIEGHT TRAIN BLOWIN’ THE MIDNIGHT WHISTLE
CLOUD OF THICK BLACK SMOKE SHOOTING RIGHT IN YOUR FACE

DOG DAYS BY THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER
WAILING LIKE A STRAY CAT IN THE BACK OF THE BAR
NO SCRATCH BUT I’M DYIN’ TO DELIVER
GOT DEAD STRINGS ON MY GUITAR
GOT THEM DEAD STRINGS ON MY GUITAR

BLUE MOON MAN CHASING SPRING CHICKEN WOMEN
GOT HIS EYES WIDE SHUT FROM THIS COMING HOME LATE
GREASY DEEP FRIED, FEEL THEIR FEET START IN KICKIN’
DON’T IT TASTE SO FINE YOU’VE BEEN LICKING YOUR PLATE

CHORUS

 MORNING I AWAKE GOT THE SHAKES AND THE SHIVERS
DON’T YOU SAY HALF OF NOTHING IF IT AIN’T SOMETHING KIND
DRAW YOUR GUN, YOU BETTER QUICK PULL THE TRIGGER
KEEP THE ARROW IN THE QUIVER ‘TILL YOU MAKE UP YOUR MIND

CHORUS 2X- (I GOT DEAD STRINGS ON MY GUITAR)