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E A EI said, "Ed Belly watched telly in a highway motel room"
C# F#m BWell, he felt at ease in the tat and sleaze in the neon midnight gloom
E A EFor so long, every song in his heart and in his head
C# F# B EHe fantasized, romanticized, the lonesome life he led
E A EWell, he sang about anti-heroes, drifters, weirdos, big dreamers from small towns
C# F#m BCyberpunks, grifters, drunks, and retired rodeo clowns
E A EThe dispossessed, the dissipated, the desperate, and the damned
E C# F# B EWell, the lower the dog, the higher the cat, the more he loved their band
EAnd for years, he waited with bated breath
A AmThrough clouds of skag and crystal meth
E C#He waits so patiently for death
F#m EWith the quick and the unbruised
EWith sunken eyes, he scanned the earth
A AmHis head down so low, his neck did hurt
E C#mIt's a small wonder his spine's not curved
F# B E Kept his head so low
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EYes, but all the while, his ears were tingling
A DFor troubled souls have a song worth singing
E C# F#m EYeah, Hell's bells were ding-a-linging all along the road
F#m B EI said, "All, all along that road"
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