Tickle The Truth

Widespread Panic

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Tom:
Am G Dm Am She complained, you look different, yeah, but I'm keeping my name
Am G Dm Am You're not drinking the usual, I said it all tastes the same
Am G F She fled, you smell like L.A., yeah, but check out my new frames
G D E Em E Em You know these cool shades make you look bitching
Am G Dm Am Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip
Am G Dm Am I had a twenty in ready but I said I might skip
Am G F Some people act funny when you're just trying to be hip
G D E Em E Em Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen
Am G Dm Am Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk
Am G Dm Am And people are watching, it's like stepping on chalk
Am G F Learning curves behind like a memory stalks
G D E Em E Em But in all it's an innocent mission
Am G Dm Am She rang late last night, said that wasn't you, was it?
Am G Dm Am I said all colors of money are fit for deposit
Am G F Half naked right now, I've got soup in the closet
G D E Em E Em Oh, it's sometimes with words I'm just fishing
Am G Dm Am Should I come over? It sounds like you need me
Am G Dm Am I said, hey, that's funny, you sound like my TV
Am G F Just try this thing once, it'll make life so easy
G D E Em E Em And even puppies come under suspicion
Am G Dm Am Then a lover came knocking, I opened the door
Am G Dm Am With an apple in my hand, she said, what's that core?
Am G F It's the past and the future, but I shouldn't say more
G D E Em E Em And that's just my radio hissing
Am G Dm Am Well, I know you too well and I know you're no villain
Am G Dm Am I said, don't look now 'cause I'm ripping off Dylan
Am G F What you see is a little crusty, the real thing's the fillin?
G D E Em E Em The sound bite from a verbal beautician
Am G Dm Am All the jokers in this world, they're swarming like bees
Am G Dm Am Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees
Am G F Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's
G D E Em E Em Two shows at tonight's inquisition
Am G Dm Am And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed
Am G Dm Am Body's ups and down are just food for the head
Am G F It's front page and French fries or the funny pages instead
G D E Em E Em We tickle the truth into submission
G D E Em E Em All in all it's an innocent mission
G D E Em E Em Just tickle the truth into submission
G D E Em E Em And tickle the truth into submission
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