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Ain't Your Time To Go

Tono: G

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G                                                                              D                                 C                                                 G  
Well, if it ain't your time to go then you'd better stay put for now
A                            C                                      G                                      D  
Everybody's got to do their time until it's time
                          G                                            D                              C                                                              G  
And if it ain't broken then break it and say you knew me way back when
             A                                                    C                                                    G                                                    D  
When fools were fools and all the rest were swine waiting to be defiled
                     G                         D                    C                                                         G  
I could hang up my shingles out by the side of the road
A                                      C                                            G                                            D  
Try to bang the blame out of the cinders you left behind
                  G                                         D                                    C                                            G  
Like a driftwood in the night that was washed up by the light
                  A                                                      C                         G                                    D  
Of the moon that bleached my bones then sent me to the pile
G                                      D                                         C                                            G  
Mustard in your smile, land that hand on the radio dial
                        A                                    C                            G                                            D  
Then the breezes of the season have blown us back to hell
                  G              D                                         C                                            G  
It's a stolen telephone that I dialed, blind and alone
A                                         C                         G                                    D  
Just to hear the voice of a bargain center soul
                     G                                    D                                 C                                         G  
Now the deserts are in flame and the bandages are the same
                     A                                      C                    G                                                 D  
And the factory's casualties are looking for mangled jewels
                             G                                              D                              C                                                 G  
Well if it ain't your time to go, then you better stay put for now
                  A                            C                                         G                                 D                                 G  
'Cause everybody's got to put their hand upon the hand of the clock
                        D                                      G                                                 D                         G  
Like the minds of misers grinding down their gears to a halt