Chords
When The Word Was Thunderbird

Key: G

Introduction:

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                        Up every morning at the crack of dawn
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                        Nights as short as the days are long
                        D                                                                                      Em  
                        Life turned out to be another magazine
                Am  
                        Livin' with a stranger now
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                        Girl i knew got away somehow
                        D                                                                            Em  
                        She went out with two bit gasoline
                        On the go,back - you know what i mean
                                  Am  
                        Now when the word was Thunderbird
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                        And the price recorded twice
                D                                                                                         Em  
                        Drinkin' wine and lovin' you was fun
                Am  
                        Ah,but love turned out to be a passin' thing
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                        Different bird of a different wing
                        D                                                                                         Em  
                        Some damn fool put a dollar twenty nine
                        On a jug of Thunderbird wine
                                  Am  
                        And Lord i don't know if i'm gonna make it
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                        Don't know if i'll have the strength to take it
                        D                                                                            Em  
                        Everything's hung up in yesterday
                Am  
                        There's you a secret-minded social girl
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                        Takin' short cuts in a woman's world
                        D                                                                                              Em  
                        She won't let her hair down when i'm home
                          Am  
                        Society's just slavery
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                        And security is killing me
                        D                                                                                                 Em  
                        I work hard for it but i give it all away
                        If i could go back to yesterday