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God Made The Automobile

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God made the automobile to pass all the pretty girls
C                                            G                              Am                         F                         Am                    G  
That smoke by the side of the road, their blues loving boys in tow
C                                                 G                         Am                 F              Am                      G  
To drive until the end of the day and bow to a borrowed flag
C                                            G                              Am                 F                         Am                    G  
Beside all the brave and the blind, and men without men in mind
             F                              C                    G  
To pass all the things he made
                C                            G                         Am  
But then never bothered to name
             F                              C                    G  
And no one will tell the truth
                C                            G                         Am  
And no one will hide it from you
             F                    C                    G  
Like birds around the grave
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  C                            G              Am                 F                 Am              G  
God made the automobile and I made a little boy
C                                    G                              Am                         F                         Am                    G  
To pass all the blissfully young, the snake with a forked tongue
C                                                 G                         Am                 F              Am                      G  
That preys on the wanting for time and makes in the sleepless waves
C                                            G                              Am                 F                         Am                    G  
The fear of the black and the Jew and blood for the camera crew
             F                              C                    G  
To pass all the things he made
                C                            G                         Am  
But then never bothered to name
             F                              C                    G  
And no one will tell the truth
                C                            G                         Am  
And no one will hide it from you
             F                    C                    G  
Like birds around the grave