C Am Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jarC Am Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the coldG F Am C I'm looking for gold, but the pages beg on shineAm C G And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the darkF But I can startC E Am F Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradiseC E Am Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces ofF paradiseC Am Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walkC Am Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talkG 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 shelfF She can't help herselfC E Am F Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradiseC E Am Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces ofF paradiseF C Oooooooooooooooooooo, ohF OooooooooooooooooooooC Am Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging bowlC Am Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his soulG F Am C Now he's found the face of god, and he wears a Christian robeAm C G And his begging bowl is sold, into the churchF Into the searchC E Am F Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradiseC E Am Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces ofAm paradiseC E Am F Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradiseC E Am Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces ofF paradise
Pieces Of Paradise
The Men They Couldn't Hang
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