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"When I was back there in seminary school,
there was a person who put forth the proposition
that you can petition the Lord with prayer...
petition the Lord with prayer...
petition the Lord with prayer...
petition the Lord with prayer.
You cannot petition the Lord with prayer!"
BmCan you give me sanctuary?
Gm7 B13 BmI must find a place to hide, a place for me to hide.
Can you find me soft asylum?
Gm7 B13 BmI can't make it anymore; the man is at the door.
Gm7, Bbm7, Bm7, Cbm7, Bm7, Bbm7...x 2
Gm7, Bbm7, Bm7, Cbm7, Bm7, Bb9, Bbmaj7, Bb.
Gm7 Bbm7 Bm7 Cbm7 Bm7 Bbm7 Gm Bbm7 Bm7 Cbm7 Bm7(b5)Pep - per - mint mi - ni - skirts, cho - co - late can - dy,
Bb7, Gm, Bbm7, Bm7, Cbm7, Bm7, Bb7, Bbmaj7.
Gm7 Bbm7 Bm7 Cbm7 Bm7 Bbm7 Gm Bbm7 Cbm7 Bm7(b5)cham - pi - on sax and a girl named San - dy;
Bb7, Gm, Bbm7, Bm7, Cbm7, Bm7, Bb7, Bbmaj7.
Cbm7, Bb7, Bb, Bbmaj7, Gb, Bb.
Bbm7 Gm Bbm7 Bm7 Cbm7 Bm7 Bbm7 Gm Bbm7 Bm7Theres on - ly four ways to get un - rav - eled;
Gm Bbm7 Bm7 Cbm7 Bm7 Bmb7 Gm Bbm7 Bm7 Cbm7 Bb7 Bbmaj7one is to sleep and the oth - er is trav - el,
Gm Bbm7 Bm7 Cbm7 Bm7 Bbm7 Gm Bbm7 Cbm7 Bm7 Bbm7one is a band it up in the hills,
Gm Bbm7 Bm7 Cbm7 Bbm7 Gm7 Bbm7 Bm7 Cb7 Bone is to love your neigh - bor till his wife gets home.
B, Bmaj7, Gm, B, Bm, Gm, B, Bm, Gm, B, Bmaj7, Gm.
B Gm B Gm B Bm GmCatacombs, nursery bones, win-ter woman,
B Gm B Gm B Gm B Gm B Gmgrowing stones, carrying babies to the river;
B Gm B Gm B Gm B GmStreets and shoes, avenues, leather riders selling news.
B, Gm...x 4
B GThe monk bought lunch.
Bm, Cm...x 2
Bm Cm Bm B7 BSuccessfull hills are here to stay.
BmEverything must be this way.
BGentle street where people play,
Bm B7 Bwelcome to the soft parade.
Bm C7All our lives we sweat and save,
Bm B7 Bbuilding for a shallow grave,
Bm C7"Must be something else" we say,
Bm B7 B"somehow to defend this place."
Bm C7Everything must be this way.
BmEverything must be this way.
Bm B7 BThe soft parade has now begun;
Bmlisten to the engines hum.
B7 BPeople out to have some fun,
C7 Bmcobra on my left, leopard on my right.
Deer woman in a silk dress,
B Bmgirls with beads around their necks,
B7 B Cb Ckiss the hunter of the green vest who has wrestled before
Bmwith lions in the night.
BOut of sight! The lights are getting brighter.
The radio is moaning,
callin' to the dogs there are still a few animals left out in the yard,
but it's not getting harder to describe sailors to the underfed.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
What got us this far, to this mild equador?
We need someone or something new,
something' else to get us through.
But its getting harder, callin' on the dogs.
Shoot at a few animals left out in the yard but its gettin' much harder.
You'd better come along. Just you and I.
Better bring your gun.
You'd better bring your gun.
(spoken)
When all else fails, we can whip the horses' eyes
and make them sleep and cry.
2nd voice over last part
Callin' on the dogs, callin' on the dogs, callin' on the dogs.
You gotta meet me at the crossroads.
Gotta meet me at the edge of town,
outskirts of the city.
We were so alone.
Better bring your gun.
3rd voice over last part
Too late, baby! Too late.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
Tropic corridor, tropic treasure.
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