Federal Hall

Am                                            Em
Daddy had a rant in the shed one night, goin' off about federal hall
G                                               Dm
Workin' on the mower and workin' on a bottle of rum
  Am                                             Em
I passed him a socket, a nine sixteenths, with a three and a quarter inch drive
G                       E7            Am
This is how it was when he was still alive

[Verse 2]
       Am                                        Em
With a fire in his eye, he let out a cry, "Them crooks in federal hall
    G                                           Dm
The pricks on the hill don't care about you and me
     Am                                           Em
I'll vote for the man who gathers the parties and takes them out to sea
   G                               E7                  Am
To dump 'em in the ocean where the rest of the garbage goes

[Chorus]
C  G                   F      Am
    I've taken time to think about it
C  G                    F        Am
    The profiteers will raid the gold
            C
    They're fuckin' with our money son
            G
    They're fuckin' with our money son
            Dm
    They're fuckin' with our money son"
    F       E7       Am
    Whoa oh oh oh oh oh

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
        Am                                      Em
With my hat in my hand, I was taking a stand, I ran for federal hall
G                                 Dm
Mad at the world and full of grim resolve
  Am                                              Em
I told the old man not to worry, not to fret that I intended to be
  G                     E7               Am
A man of the people and he'd be proud of me

[Chorus]
C  G                      F      Am
    Now you won't have to think about it
C  G                     F        Am
    The profiteers won't raid the gold
         C
    "They're fuckin' with our money son
        G
    They're fuckin' with our money son
        Dm
    They're fuckin' with our money son"
    F       E7       Am
    Whoa oh oh oh oh oh

[Solo]
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[Verse 4]
Am                                             Em
Twenty years later I'm a mover and shaker, and banished to federal hall
        G                                        Dm
Playing two bit games and arguing for nothing at all
Am                                     Em
Biding my time, nothing on the line, a shadow of what I should be
    G                     E7                Am
Now daddy's in heaven and he ain't proud of me

[Chorus]
C  G                      F       Am
    I've had some time to think about it
C  G                     F        Am
    My daddy said they'd raid the gold
             C
    "They're fuckin' with our money son
            G
    They're fuckin' with our money son
            Dm
    They're fuckin' with our money son"
    F       E7       Am
    Whoa oh oh oh oh oh

[Otro]
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