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(A)A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome
(Bmin)heroes
(E)Were smoking (E7)out
along the open (A)road (Asus4)
- (A)
The night was very dark and thick be(Bmin)tween
them
(E)Each man be (E7)neath
his ordinary (A)load (Asus4)
- (A)
(D)"I'd
like to tell my (A)story" (F#min)
Said one of them so young and (E)bold (E7)
(D)"I'd like to tell my (A)story
(F#min)
Before I turn into (E)gold" (E7)
But
no one really could hear him
The night so dark and thick and green
Well I guess that these heroes must always live there
Where you and I have only been
Put out your
cigarette, my love
You've been alone too long
And some of us are very hungry now
To hear what it is you've done that was so wrong
I sing this
for the crickets
I sing this for the army
I sing this for your children
And for all who do not need me
"I'd
like to tell my story"
Said one of them so bold
"Oh yes, I'd like to tell my story
'Cos you know I feel I'm turning into gold"
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