Deanna

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Oh Deanna
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Oh Deanna!
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Oh Deanna
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You know you are my friend, yeah
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And I ain't down here for your 
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money
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I ain't down here for your love
G        D                       
I ain't down here for your love 
    D
or money
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I'm down here for your soul



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There's no carpet on the floor
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And the winding cloth holds many 
moths
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Around your Klu-Klux furniture
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I come of deaths head in your frock
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We discuss the murder plan
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We discuss murder and the murder act
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Murder takes the wheel of your 
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Cadillac
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And death climbs in the back



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Oh Deanna
F    C
Oh oh Deanna
F         C
Sweet Deanna
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Oh oh Deanna
F               C
Well, this is a car
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and this is a gun now
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And this a day number one
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F     C
Oh Deanna
F          D
The little crime woven histories
G                D
are black and a smoking christmas 
trees
G           D
And honey, it ain't mystery
G                       C
Why you're a mystery to me



F               C
We will eat out of their pantries
F           C
And their parlours
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Ashy leaving in their beds
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And we'll unload into their heads
G          D
On this mean season
G             D
But this little angel that I 
squeezing
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She ain't been mean to me



C       F
Oh Deanna
     C
Oh Deanna!
F    C
Oh Deanna
F                      C
You are my friend and my partner
F                   C
On this house on the hill
G        D                    G
I ain't down here for your love or 
money
G        D                       
I ain't down here for your love
    G

G                      C
I'm down here for your soul




C     F
Oh Deanna
C     F
Oh Deanna
F        C
I Am A knocking
F                          C
With my toolbox and my stocking
F                          C
Well I'll meet you on the corner
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And you point it like a finger
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And squeeze its little things now
F                           C
I hear it's kick, hear it's bang
F          D
And let no worry about it's issue
G       D
Don't worry about where its been
G          D
and don't worry about where it hits
G                          C
Cause it just ain't yours to sin




C     F
Oh Deanna
F                      C
No it just ain't your to sin
F      C
Sweet Deanna
F                     C
I ain't getting any younger
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And I don't intend gettin' any older
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The sun a hump at my shoulder
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Oh Deanna
F                        D
And I ain't down here for your money
G        D
I ain't down here for your love
G        D
I ain't down here for your love of 
money
G                      C
I'm down here for your soul