E E|---------------------------------------------------------------| B|---------------------------------------------------------------| G|-----------------3----------------------------3----------------| D|-----4-------4-------4------------4-------4-------4------------| A|---------4---------------4------------4---------------4--------| E|-2----------------------------2--------------------------------| D E|---------------------------------------------------------------| B|---------------------------------------------------------------| G|-----------------1----------------------------1----------------| D|-----2-------2-------2------------2-------2-------2------------| A|---------2---------------2------------2---------------2--------| E|-0----------------------------0--------------------------------| [Intro] E D x2 [Verse] E We took knife-hits in the kitchen they dealt drugs out by the stairs and there were D empty rooms the devil looms and tries to keep you there E Talked hours about nothin in the corner by himself with the D rifle and a bible screamin, "Nobody helps" Tell me [Bridge] E D why, chicka-hominy E D [Verse] E I saw crosses on the road side, just as far as I can see and they were D crooked hanging carpenters pumpin electricity E No one stopped to take em down, they all let him do his job cause he kept D lights on in the houses and brought sinners back to God Tell me [Chorus] G#m A C#m D why should I believe you when I've been makin it along this road just fine? Tell me G#m A C#m D why should I believe you when all I see along these roads are powerlines? [Bridge] E D x2 [Verse] E Starin at the sunlight won't bring him back to life Send a D letter to his mother, he had children and a wife E But to hordes of rats and roaches and the homes that held us all he'll D remember us tomorrow from the hymns that haunt these halls.Tell me [Bridge] E D why, chicka-hominy E D [Verse] E He's a liar in the morning with a firey forked tongue he'd D mistaken truth for virtue and then blamed it on his son I was E held up on the highway by a crooked farmer's wife who learned D to shoot from her husband and then started her own life Tell me [Chorus] G#m A C#m D why should I believe you when I've been makin it along this road just fine? Tell me G#m A C#m D why should I believe you when all I see along these roads are powerlines? G#m A C#m D Tell me why oooh G#m A C#m D Tell me why [Outro] D Chickahominy
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