E9  0-2-2-1-0-2


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Word came down and it crashed through my door
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   From the twenty-first floor
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I was thinking about leaving early for lunch
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When he told me to shut off my press
    Bm                        A               E7
His face turned green and his white shirt was wet
Bm                               A   E7
     Like he'd just seen an acci dent
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We threw our masks into a pile
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   The trucks pulled away for good

Bm               A
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
..guitar:

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A bus pulled in, and I waved at it
Bm                        A    E7
    Before I knew what it was
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We ran in its tracks, chasing its tires
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   But the gates had been riveted shut
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I looked for the foreman: His number was empty
Bm                   A   E7
   Up to Red Deer to stay
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We gathered some signs and we sparked up a fire
Bm                       A            E7
Gordie got burned on the high-voltage wire


Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A  E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A  E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe


D                          F#          G                A
    The first thing she'll ask me is: "How did it go to day?"

And I'll tell her

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slower;quiet

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Bm                                    A     E7
    I thought there was strength in a union
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   I thought there was strength in a mob
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   I thought the company was bluffing
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When they threatened to chop us off
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Ah, these guns will wilt, the winter will seize
Bm                               A    E7
    And all the bonfires will go out
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The company knows when they can afford to be bold
         Bm                              A      E7
I wish I could, I wish I could, I wish I could

Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A  E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A  E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe
Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe     ( We are horses )
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   Holy Mackinaw Joe     ( We are the horses )
Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe     ( We are the horses )
Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe     ( We are the horses )
Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe     ( We are the horses )
Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe     ( We are the horses )
Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe     ( We are the horses )
Bm               A   E7
   Holy Mackinaw Joe     ( We are the horses )
Bm               A   E7  . . . . . .
   Holy Mackinaw Joe