Do You

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Hey, you say you like the way the
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 cowboys tip their hats and say
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"How's it going Ma'sm."
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But your never quire clear if 
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their glares are sincere
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or really only just secondhand
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To you it's all roses it's a 
    D/B         G
lavender haze
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The man is a marvel, but it's 
D/B         G
a shame about his brains
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But that's okay you say, "He's 
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got straight teeth, and it's good
D    D/E   D/B   G
 sex."

CHORUS
     C                           G
You look to the sky you look to the 
man
     C                        
You claim innocence and not to 
   G
understand
D  D/E   D/B   G
Or do you
D  D/E   D/B   G
Do you?

D                  D/E           
There's a big man wearing a white
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 suit and patent leather shoes
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He wants to take his monkeys to 
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see the kids at the zoo
D                     D/E        
'Cause the gypsy at the corner 
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said "Hey, mister, you can't lose."
D                     D/E        
And it's your first day on the 
           D/B                G
track you feel that heat on your 
back
D                      D/E       
We all want to find a way to beat
     D/B
 the system
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            G            D    D/E
Find some rhythm in the madness
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CHORUS
     C                     G
Get down on your knees and pray
     C
Say, "I'll do whatever you want, God
                     G
Just let me have my way."

D  D/E   D/B   G
Or will you
D  D/E   D/B   G
Will you?

Bridge
 Em                            A
Come on all you married men, rattle 
your cry
 Em                            A
Dance with the devil for tomorrow 
will surely
 D    C    C/B          G
Hey, hey, blow the men down
D    D/E   D/B   G

D                     D/E        
You with all your cigarettes and 
        D/B
cool stares
             G                  D 
Filled with blank glares and 
    D/E   D/B   G
loaded regrets
              D               
Just like the girls today with 
      D/E
nothing to say
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No more pigtails and pony rides
           D                 D/E
They're sophisticated, they sip on 
lattes
    D/B          G         D   
And have their eyes on a bigger
D/E   D/B   G
 prize

CHORUS
     C
We shake our fists and say, Well 
good golly we're mad,
     G
That God would kill children with 
our very own hands."
     C                       
We claim innocence and not to 
    G
understand

D  D/E   D/B   G
Or do we
D  D/E   D/B   G
Do we?

Bridge
 Em                            A
Come on all you married men, rattle 
your cry
 Em                            A
Dance with the devil for tomorrow 
will surely
 D    C    C/B          G
Hey, hey, blow the men down
D    D/E   D/B   G
Blow the men down
D  D/E   D/B   G
D  D/E   D/B   G
Hey
D  D/E   D/B   G
D  D/E   D/B   G