Real Emotional Trash

G              C
Takin' out the wife
G                       C
 We're takin' out the wife
Bm                   Em
It's that's kind of night
      F
Where everybody talk, everybody 
listen
       C
Nobody breathe
                           G
Take the child, let him go down
                     C
Cause daddy's on the run
G                 C
 Daddy's on the run
Bm                Em
The trail has two ruts, and
F
One is just a tunnel
                             C
The other is a funnel to the tune
C                        B7
Easy said but less often done
Em                     Dm
Point me in the direction of your
Dm      C        G       C
Real emotional trash


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[Verse 2]

G              C
Abstract city sun
Continúa después del anuncio
G                     C
 The abstract city sun
Bm              Em
 Up till now is done
F                            
Never gonna stray, never gonna 
                       C
stray, never gonna stray
C                           G
Take the child, let him go down
                      C
Cause daddy's on the run
G                    C
 Daddy's on the run
Bm                    Em
And who will get there first
F                   C
Watch the bubble burst
C                         B7
Easy said but less often done,
Em                     Dm
Point me in the direction of your
Dm       C         G
Real emotional trash

[Solo Jam]

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[Bridge]

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I traipsed over the Mexican border
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In a cheap caravan, man
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Like a snake with five eggs stuck in
 my stomach
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I needed some relief
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Made it back to frisco in a vanity 
chest
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To the painted ladies on house 
arrest
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So wax up the waxed fruit it's time 
for a shine
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It's the old fruit that makes wine

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Police me, police me, police 
   Gm     G
me, police me

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You got no reputation never took a 
swing
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Silent when the [?] finds out
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In the sham arena play a messy game
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No time for you to pout
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Down in sausalito we had clams for 
dessert
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You spilled some chardonnay on your 
gypsy skirt
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There's no more time for apricots 
he's got to make his own shade
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Police me, police me, police 
   Gm     G
me, police me

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