Gold Fronts

Tom : Dm
Dm C Bb
The sun bent down and spoke with the last of the lips
Dm C Bb
They spoke of hell and things 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 Bb
And the arm feeds the hatchet with an African appetite
Dm
Matched machetes sparkle shine
C Bb A
And shape that small-scale guillotine

[Chorus]
Dm C Bb
I've been getting pretty sleeping in these boxes
Dm C Bb
With those blackened mule faces 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 Bb
having a little trouble with these black glass lungs
Dm
And I'm
C Bb A
dealing with the man with the gold tooth grin

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

[Instrumental]
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[Outro]
Gm F
Oohhhh
Gm F
Oohhhh
Gm F
Oohhhh
Gm F
Oohhhh
Gm F
Oohhhh