Church Mouth chords and lyrics - PORTUGAL. THE MAN

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[Verse 1]
[Am]Sell me, I'm a skeptical boy
And if you need help I'm
not easy to find
We met the man in the [C]deep, deep south
With the [G]gritty [Em]smile and the [Am]dirty
old church [F]mouth[Am]

[Verse 2]
[Am]Papers, read and weigh down the stands
It's cold out [Dm]here and [Am]waiting
weighs on this [Dm]man
[Am]Still not [Dm]full,
[Am]I need a pass and a page
March stepped some steps
and it [C]spoke some words
I'm [Em]thinking about that [Am]dirty
old church mouth
[F](My breath was short,
better [Am]hit t[Dm]he ground [Am]running)

[Verse 3]
I'll feel better when [G]that sleep
comes and [F#m]finds me
[Dm](My salt was skin of maps
made whole)
(Gotta get out, gotta sell [Am]this soul)
I'll feel better when [G]that sleep
comes [F#m]and finds me
(Stroll about [Dm]through these forks
and roads)
(Find me in the pines,

[Verse 4]
in the sleet and cold)
[Am]Shine on, in this brilliant paced [Dm]pulse[Am]
All [Dm]I need [Am]in this life is this love
We met the man in the [C]deep,
deep south
With with the [Em]shifty teeth smile
That [Am]poured about the church's
[F]mouth
(March stayed with [Am]the dirty
[Dm]old church [Am]mouth)

[Verse 5]
I'll feel better when [G]that sleep
comes and [F#m]finds me
[Dm](My salt was skin of maps
made whole)
(Gotta get out, gotta sell [Am]this soul)
I'll feel better when [G]that sleep comes
[F#m]and finds me
[Dm](Stroll about through these forks
and roads)
(Find me in the pines,
in the sleet [Am]and c[F]ol[Am]d)

[Verse 6]
Fill me up with money-gold, [Am]ain't
ain't nobody [A]ever [G]needs me
[Am]Take me to the steeple,
let the preachers hands a'bathe me

[Verse 7]
I'm going [Am]down, down to the [A]river, ain't nobody [Asus4]needs me (fill me up with money-gold,
ain't ain't nobody ever [Am]needs me)
Out in the water, let those man's hands a'bathe me (take me [A]to the steeple,
let the preachers hands a'bathe [Asus4]me)
Down, down, down, down, down (fill me up with money-gold,
[A]ain't [Asus4]ain't nobody ever needs me)[A][Am]
Take me to the steeple,
let the preachers hands a'bathe me

[Verse 8]
We [Am]met the man in the [Caug]deep, deep south
[C]With the gri[G]tty smi[Em]le and the
[Am]dirty old [F]church mouth
March stayed with the [Am]dirty
old church mouth
[Dm][Am]

[Verse 9]
I'll be better when [G]that sleep
comes and [F#m]finds [Am]me
I'll be better when that [G]sleep
comes and [F#m]finds [Am]me
I'll be [C]better when [Dm]that sleep comes and finds me (fill me up
[Em]with money-gold, ain't ain't [Am]nobody ever needs me)
I'll be [C]better when [Dm]that sleep comes and [Am]finds me (fill me up
with money-gold, ain't ain't nobody ever needs me)