From: Clam [email protected]
From A Buick 6
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I got this graveyard woman, you know, she keeps my kids
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She’s a soulful mama, you know, she keeps me hid
F | |C
She’s a junk yard angel and she always gives me bread
|G7
Well if I go down dyin’,you know,
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She’s bound to put a blanket on my bed
|C
Well when the pipeline gets broken an’
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I’m lost on the river bridge
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I’m all cracked up on the highway an’ near the waters edge
F
She comes down the thru-way
|C
Ready to sew me up with thread
|G7
Well if I go down dyin’,you know,
| |C
She’s bound to put a blanket on my bed
|C |
She don’t make me nervous she don’t talk too much
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She walks like Bo Diddley and she don’t need no crutch
F | |C
She keeps this four-ten all loaded with lead
|G7
Well if I go down dyin’,you know,
| |C
She’s bound to put a blanket on my bed
|C
Well, you know, I need a steam shovel mama,
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To keep away the dead
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I need a dump truck, baby to unload my head
F | |C
She brings me everything, and more, and just like I said
|G7
Well if I go down dyin’,you know,
| |C
She’s bound to put a blanket on my bed
