Gold Fronts

Dm                                
  The sun bent down and spoke with
                 C     Bb
 the last of the lips
Dm                            
  They spoke of hell and things 
         C     Bb
they'd never miss

[Bridge]
Dm
  Bridge shelter and the cold creek 
bed
     C             Bb
That breaks backs and leads eyes 
down
Dm
  Faces drag against the dirt
    C                  Bb
And ears living in that muddy sound
          Dm
Where the white whales roll just 
once a year
        C                          
And the arm feeds the hatchet with 
   Bb
an African appetite
Dm
Matched machetes sparkle shine
    C                     
And shape that small-scale 
 Bb          A
guillotine

[Chorus]
          Dm                      
I've been getting pretty sleeping 
C        Bb
in these boxes
           Dm                  
With those blackened mule faces 
    C       Bb
outside my door
    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting
    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting

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  Oohhhh         Oohhhh

[Verse]
    Dm
The club met the seal and the seal 
met the dog
     C                      Bb
That carried the man to the end of 
the trail
         Dm
Where they walked down the streets
C                    Bb
Pavement (was) black beneath their 
feet
Dm
I (have been)
  C                                
having a little trouble with these 
Bb
black glass lungs
Dm
And  I'm
C                           Bb   
dealing with the man with the 
              A
gold tooth grin

[Chorus]
          Dm                      
I've been getting pretty sleeping 
C        Bb
in these boxes
           Dm                  
With those blackened mule faces 
    C       Bb
outside my door
    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting
    Dm        C   Bb
Shouting, shouting

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  Oohhhh        Oohhhh

[Instrumental]
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| A  | Dm | Gm | % |
| Dm | %  | %  | A |
| A  | Dm | Gm | % |
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[Chorus]
          Dm             C        
I've been getting pretty sleeping 
G        Bb
in these boxes
    Dm             C        G    
The blackened mule faces outside 
   Bb
my door
    Dm   C    G   Bb
Shouting, shouting
    Dm   C    G    Bb
Shouting, shouting

[Instrumental]
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[Otro]
Gm      F
Oohhhh
Gm      F
Oohhhh
Gm      F
Oohhhh
Gm      F
Oohhhh
Gm      F
Oohhhh