Federal Hall

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

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

[Chorus]
C  G                   F      
    I've taken time to think about 
Am
it
C  G                    F        
    The profiteers will raid the 
Am
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

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[Instrumental]
Am    G    F  E7  Am

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

[Chorus]
C  G                      F 
    Now you won't have to think 
     Am
about it
C  G                     F       
    The profiteers won't raid the 
 Am
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]
Dm
G      F G     F G     F G
Am       G       C       F
Am       G       F  E7   Am

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

[Chorus]
C  G                      F 
    I've had some time to think 
      Am
about it
C  G                     F       
    My daddy said they'd raid the 
 Am
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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Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh oh Ohhh 
            F       E7      Am
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         Am                  G    

            C               F

         Am                  G    
Oh oh oh Ohhh ee-oh Oh oh oh Ohhh 
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ee-oh Oh oh Ohhh ee-ohhh ee-ohhh