Key: A
Bm
A
E5
Bm
We were brown and we were down
A
E5
Bm
We were black and we were slack
A
E5
Bm
We are digging us a hole
A
E5
Bm
there is nothing in this bowl
Same as verse except let open strings sound
A
E5
Bm
On the way to Kansas City
A
E5
Bm
Tell me who im supposed to be
A
E5
Bm
Its raining rain its raining snow
A
E5
Bm
tell me where you want to go
Break down
A
E5
Bm
I don't want to take your call
A
E5
Bm
I refuse to climb your wall
(guitar 1 comes back in)
A
E5
Bm
I don't want to ride your buss
A
E5
Bm
I am tired of all of us
Durring the second verse, the lead guitar throws in this quick frill
F#m
Chorus: D, A, E
B
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