WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Justin Townes Earle - The Saint Of Lost Causes Chords | Ver. 1
[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I'm a bad dream I’m not a nightmare
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I'm too pretty for that
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Let's just say I'm the last thing you wanna see coming
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I'm the reason they say watch your back
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But for so long, I was like a wounded hound
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Backed into a chain-link fence
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The world at large was just a big, mean kid
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Poking me through the fence with a stick
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Ain't nobody goin' back
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It takes a whole lotta hurt
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To realize one of life's biggest lessons
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Ain't got nothing to do with deserving
[Chorus]
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Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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Now it's a cruel world
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But it ain't hard to understand
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You got your sheep, got your shepherds
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Got your wolves amongst men
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It can be hard to tell
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You might find a wolf in shepherd's clothes
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And now and then you're gonna find sheep
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In amongst all those troubled souls
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You know the folks that's most afraid of the wolf
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If you really stop and think
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Throughout time, between a wolf and a shepherd
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Who do you think has killed more sheep?
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Nah, there's nothing can be done
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It's just the way it goes
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First you get bad, then you get mean
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Then there's nothing left but to grow cold
[Chorus]
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And pray to the Saint of Lost Causes
[Instrumental]
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[Bridge]
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Some will say I've got no feeling
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No heart, and surely no shame
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Truth is that this has been with me so long
Em
That I, I must admit I kinda like the pain
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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How many encounters do you ever have
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But again, how many wolves you ever seen?
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You got about as much chance of seeing one of them
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As you do running into me
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Still take nothing for granted
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Might live on the best block in Beverly Hills
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Be sure you lock up tight at night
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You know poor folks ain't got nothing to steal
[Chorus]
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Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes
[Outro]
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