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"When I was back there in seminary school,
there was a person who put forth the proposition
that you can petition the Lord with prayer...
petition the Lord with prayer...
petition the Lord with prayer...
petition the Lord with prayer.
You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!"
LAm
Can you give me sanctuary?
REm7 MI13 LAm
I must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide.
Can you find me soft asylum?
REm7 MI13 LAm
I can't make it anymore; the man is at the door.
Gm7, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Abm7...x 2
Gm7, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb9, Abmaj7, Ab.
SOLm7 SOL#m7 LAm7 SIbm7 LAm7 SOL#m7 SOLm SOL#m7 LAm7 SIbm7 LAm7(b5)
Pep - per - mint mi - ni - skirts, cho - co - late can - dy,
Ab7, Gm, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb7, Abmaj7.
SOLm7 SOL#m7 LAm7 SIbm7 LAm7 SOL#m7 SOLm SOL#m7 SIbm7 LAm7(b5)
cham - pi - on sax and a girl named San - dy;
Ab7, Gm, Abm7, Am7, Bbm7, Am7, Eb7, Abmaj7.
Bbm7, Eb7, Ab, Abmaj7, Gb, Eb.
SOL#m7 SOLm SOL#m7 LAm7 SIbm7 LAm7 SOL#m7 SOLm SOL#m7 LAm7
Theres on - ly four ways to get un - rav - eled;
SOLm SOL#m7 LAm7 SIbm7 LAm7 LAmb7 SOLm SOL#m7 LAm7 SIbm7 MIb7 SOL#maj7
one is to sleep and the oth - er is trav - el,
SOLm SOL#m7 LAm7 SIbm7 LAm7 SOL#m7 SOLm SOL#m7 SIbm7 LAm7 SOL#m7
one is a band it up in the hills,
SOLm SOL#m7 LAm7 SIbm7 SOL#m7 SOLm7 SOL#m7 LAm7 SIb7 DO
one is to love your neigh - bor till his wife gets home.
C, Cmaj7, Dm, C, Em, Dm, C, Em, Dm, C, Cmaj7, Dm.
DO REm DO REm DO MIm REm
Catacombs, nursery bones, win-ter woman,
DO REm DO REm DO REm DO REm DO REm
growing stones, carrying babies to the river;
DO REm DO REm DO REm DO REm
Streets and shoes, avenues, leather riders selling news.
C, Dm...x 4
DO RE
The monk bought lunch.
Em, Bm...x 2
MIm SIm MIm MI7 LA
Successfull hills are here to stay.
MIm
Everything must be this way.
LA
Gentle street where people play,
MIm MI7 LA
welcome to the soft parade.
MIm SI7
All our lives we sweat and save,
MIm MI7 LA
building for a shallow grave,
MIm SI7
"Must be something else" we say,
MIm MI7 LA
"somehow to defend this place."
MIm SI7
Everything must be this way.
MIm
Everything must be this way.
MIm MI7 LA
The soft parade has now begun;
MIm
listen to the engines hum.
MI7 LA
People out to have some fun,
SI7 MIm
cobra on my left, leopard on my right.
Deer woman in a silk dress,
LA MIm
girls with beads around their necks,
MI7 LA SIb SI
kiss the hunter of the green vest who has wrestled before
MIm
with lions in the night.
MI
Out of sight! The lights are getting brighter.
The radio is moaning,
callin' to the dogs there are still a few animals left out in the yard,
but it's not getting harder to describe sailors to the underfed.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
What got us this far, to this mild equador?
We need someone or something new,
something' else to get us through.
But its getting harder, callin' on the dogs.
Shoot at a few animals left out in the yard but its gettin' much harder.
You'd better come along. Just you and I.
Better bring your gun.
You'd better bring your gun.
(spoken)
When all else fails, we can whip the horses' eyes
and make them sleep and cry.
2nd voice over last part
Callin' on the dogs, callin' on the dogs, callin' on the dogs.
You gotta meet me at the crossroads.
Gotta meet me at the edge of town,
outskirts of the city.
We were so alone.
Better bring your gun.
3rd voice over last part
Too late, baby! Too late.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
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