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He hit me right in the face.
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I drove the Falcon uptown.
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Hung out in the library parking lot.
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The swelling'll never go down.
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Tied a Hiram Walker in the lining
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of my father's old corduroy coat --
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big, big plans hatching in my brain and a
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big ugly lump in my throat.

D A
I drove up to Harvey Mudd and I played pinball
A E
'til I didn't want to kill anyone.
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polished off all my cheap whiskey
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and stepped out into the California sun.

A D A
Singing bainne na mbó is na ngamhna,
A D E
and the juice of the barley for me.
A D A D
Singing bainne na mbó is na ngamhna,
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and the juice of the barley for me.

Break:
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A D A
My thirst carried me up the coast,
A D E
where it only got sharper, God damn it,
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in a small room that got even smaller
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a block away from the Wilamette.

D A
There was nowhere I needed to go,
A E
and nowhere I wanted to be.
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And my window looked out upon nothing,
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and nothing looked right back at me.
D A
I had a couple of things on my mind,
A E
a couple of problems to think through,
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and I drank 'til I couldn't see straight anymore --
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until there was nothing to drink to.


A D A
singing bainne na mbó is na ngamhna,
A D E
and the juice of the barley for me.
A D A D
singing bainne na mbó is na ngamhna,
A E A
and the juice of the barley for me.

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