A Asus4 A Asus4A Asus4 A Asus4A Asus4 A Asus4 [Verse 1]A Pasty-faced villainsD A Asus4 Chalkware pilfers dimesD Pasty-faced villainsA Asus4 A My baubles ain't your kindE A Asus4 A 'Cause when a Buffalo boy trades he nickels for rhymesA Oh, gather up SundayD A Asus4 A Sunday makes things rightD Say, rail against PersimmonA Asus4 A Clothed in bat thorn frightE A Asus4 A 'Cause to dash from one outdrawn you make sun rise [Bridge]D D Tears from our maker, fall like rainD D On a windshield in that vast, oldA B E motion in picture that they call our reflection in the flesh, in the flash [Verse 2]A You could court an unionD A Asus4 A To shine me like you couldD You mourn as DelilahA Asus4 A Her best was hardly goodE A Asus4 A So now a buffalo boy leaves, he gains sainthood [Bridge]D D Tears from our maker, fall like rainD On a windshield in the vast, oldA B E motion in picture that they call our reflection in the flash shorn from mist [Verse 3]A Oh, when ought we marryD A Asus4 A And drink to Artesian wealthD So when ought we marryD A Asus4 A Bethroded beneath the shellsE A Asus4 A 'Cause any thirst that slows your gait is still a spellE A Asus4 A Yes any thirst that slows your gait, is still a spell
Buffalo Boys
Billy Corgan
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