Go die big city Chords

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[Verse 1]
[Abdim]Tinker[Am]
Ma[C]son hated cities.
You just name any [Dm]city and
Tinker'd hate [Em]it for you.
Now,
Tinker [Dm]not only hated cit[Bb]ies,
but if he [Em]got around somebody that even about liked a city,
well,
[B]Tinker'd throw a rock at [Ebm]him.
And [Dm]sometimes he'd hit him.
Well, anyway,
we all knew that something [Bb]was wrong in
Tinker's head,
and we [Dm]all figured that we ought
to [Am]do something for [Dm]him
before he hurt somebody,
and [C]we had to [Dm]hang him.
So we took up this [C]collection,
[Am]and since there wasn't no ps[C]ychiatrist
in our part of the world,
well, we sent him to a fella named
Bar[Dm]ton
Freud.
Now, like [C]I told you,
Barton
[Dm]Freud wasn't no psychiatrist,
[Am]but [C]he was a c[Am]hiropractor that did
a lot of heavy thinking.
[Dm]Well[C],
Sir
Barton worked on
Tinker's head
[Dm]for a couple of years,
and
Tinker stopped all that [Abdim]city hati[Bdim]n'.
[G]He was [Dm]a different [Am]man.
[C]Fact is, he is so dif[Dm]ferent,
when he come home one [Bb]night,
his wife shot [C]him for a trespass[Db]er.[Dm]
[C]It was a beautif[Am]ul funeral,
and you'd nev[F]er know
by [C]the look on
Tinker's face
that he had ever been a [Dm]city [F]hater.
[C]Go die, big [F]city, [C]go die, big [F]town,
[C]you gave me [F]nothing, and [C]that's what I found.
I shine shoes for pen[F]nies,
and I hunt [C]easy pains
[F]Cause I k[C]now tomorrow [F]it's[C] gonna
rain [Dm]my bl[G]ood

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[Verse 2]
Gouda, big [F]city,
[C]Go die, big [F]town, your [C]pool halls are [F]crooked,
your [C]dice are all round.
Pick rags and [F]soup lines
And I [C]roll drums for [F]change
Cause [C]I know, tomorr[F]ow,
[C]it's gonna rain, my [F]blood
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