Pieces Of Paradise

The Men They Couldn't Hang

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Tom:
C Am Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jar
C Am Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold
G F Am C I'm looking for gold, but the pages beg on shine
Am C G And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the dark
F But I can start
C E Am F Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
C E Am Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F paradise
C Am Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walk
C Am Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talk
G F Am C But there's a hole at the rainbow's end, now she works for a magazine,
Am C G Part time model she wants to be seen, up on a shelf
F She can't help herself
C E Am F Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
C E Am Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F paradise
F C Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh
F Ooooooooooooooooooooo
C Am Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging bowl
C Am Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his soul
G F Am C Now he's found the face of god, and he wears a Christian robe
Am C G And his begging bowl is sold, into the church
F Into the search
C E Am F Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
C E Am Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
Am paradise
C E Am F Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
C E Am Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
F paradise
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