Justin Townes Earle - The Saint Of Lost Causes Chords

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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I'm a bad dream   I’m not a nightmare
        Am             F G
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
Am                                   F   G
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
          Am                    F  G
Ain't got nothing to do with deserving
 
[Chorus]
     Dm  F       Em            Am   F G
Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes
 
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
           Am         F G
Now it's a cruel world
                     Am       F G
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]
    Dm  F       Em            Am   F  G
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
Em             Am
 No heart, and surely no shame
Dm                      Am
 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]
Am                              F   G
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]
     Dm  F       Em            Am   F  G
Just pray to the Saint of Lost Causes
 
[Outro]
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