Fighting For The Sweetness

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Capo the 1st fret!


Intro: D G

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On the boulevard in Paris called the
 Shanzelize
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I ducked into a sad cafe
D
Sat down with the ghost of Hemingway
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Ordered a bottle of Beaujolais and
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 talked about everything
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We talked all night about everything

D
He said “where'd you get that old 
rucksack?”
G
I said “Popeye just got back
D
From ramblin' 'round with Kerouac
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I left him by the railroad track, 
               G
he gimme this turquoise ring
              D
He gimme this turquoise ring”

D
Ernest said “Yeah, well how's Jack 
doin'?”
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I said “Man he sure seemed congruent
D
Still a crazy social truant
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Just bummin' around and and 
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gettin' fluent in the Tao Te Ching
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Still doin' that Buddhist thing

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Bm
I left him hungry and needin' a 
shave
A
Master of Zen and a freedom slave
Bm
Runnin' off to sleep on Charlie 
Parker's grave
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I said “Hey Jack, tell Baird I 
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said hey and man thanks for the ring
         D
Thanks again for the ring”

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And I will follow the footsteps 
             D
through the garden
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I'll lick the nectar from that holy
            D
 flower of freedom
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I ask nothing more of my life and 
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nothing less
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You know it all comes down to 
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havin' the courage to be yourself I 
guess
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It all comes down to fightin' for 
      D
the sweetness
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Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that 
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sweetness

D
I seen a grievous angel on my way 
over here
G
At a jazz joint in Georgetown 
swillin' Jamaican beer
D
I said “are you okay Gram?  You're 
actin' weird“
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He said “Roy Buchanan used to play
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 in here, yeah I'll be okay
                D
I'll be okay my friend”

D
So we shot some pool and made some 
bets
G
He told me bout this girl named 
Emmylou he'd met
D
He bummed my last cigarette
     A                           
And ran off lookin' for Stan Getz 
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hummin' Hickory Wind
              D
Just hummin' Hickory Wind

And I will follow the footsteps 
through the garden
I'll lick the nectar from that holy 
flower of freedom
I ask nothing more of my life and 
nothing less
You know it all comes down to havin'
 the courage to be yourself I guess
It all comes down to fightin' for 
the sweetness
Ohhh, Momma...Fightin' for that 
sweetness

     D
Then Django Reinhardt come strollin'
 in
     G
With Arthur Rimbaud and a bottle of 
gin
      D
Said “They fooled around and missed 
the train again”
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They's out lookin' for Hank 
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Williams, they wanted to buy him one
Everyone always wanted to buy ol' 
      D
Hank one

D
So Ernie stood up to say hello
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He turned to me and said “Man I 
gotta go
D
So long Hank, so long Django
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I gotta get back to Idaho, I gotta
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 kiss my gun
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I gotta french kiss my shotgun