The Pocket Of God

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[Ballad]
N.C.                        Bm
I'm gonna tell you a little story
Bm                       D
When this little story's through
D                 A
Gonna be a little test
A                               G
See if you know what's good for you

N.C.                          Bm
She was an angel of the 4th Ward
Bm                         D
When I plucked her off the street
D                   A
So tenderly I took her indoors
A                               G
Bought her some tits and fixed her teeth

G                               Bm
You should've seen her crunch a number
Bm                     D
Work a sucker, shoot a breeze
D                      A
Started her off on the club floor
A                       G
Soon enough she had the keys

G
She was a punch I couldn't counter
G                          D
Sometimes I was tempted to applause
           A
Just being around her

                                  Bm
Felt like I picked the pocket of God
A                          G
Could not believe I'd found her
A                               Bm
Was like I picked the pocket of God

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N.C.                        Bm
Then some tweak sung down a heat wave
Bm                     D
Backed my distribution up
D                       A
Parcels of Tar-dust and White Nurse
A                               G
Stacked in the back room of the club

G                             Bm
My boys could not extract her thinking
Bm                       D
She knew there's cameras everywhere
D                         A
Maybe she was fresh outta thinking
A                            G
Maybe she thought I couldn't care

G
She never gave me reason to doubt her
G                              D
But there was her face and her facade
                              A
Smilin' over them packages of powder
                              Bm
Like she picked the pocket of God

A                        G
She couldn't have looked prouder
A                             Bm
Like she picked the pocket of God

[Interlude]
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                   A
I found she had a partner
           G            D
He's still around here somewhere
             G           A
But now he's working for me
G            D
His was just business
A          G
I took her personally

                            Bm
That's the dead end of that story
Bm                          D
Could be the end of your's, too
D                  A
This was a woman I admired
A                               G
You're just shit-for-brains-for-hire

                           Bm    A
Before I scrape you off my shoe
A                          G
Know that I only asked her once
                        D
Now that I've asked you nice
          A
Go on ask yourself

[Outro]
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Do I strike you as the kind to ask twice?