Shakey Graves - Dusty Lion Chords

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Oh yes so hear me roar, I'm a dusty lion
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They will heed the call for a quarter mile
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Whoa, tis the season, yea to roam, for a mate
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Oh and my doorbell's sure to ring, if I just sit and wait
 
 
[Verse 2]
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Oh yea well, they've come to play, on these legs like iron
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It'll give em more fun than their favorite prize, down at the fair
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Oh, what's it worth any more?
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You get the keys to my city
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Whoa, and directions to my door
 
 
[Verse 3]
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Oh but look on the rooftops, ya the cold just keeps coming oh
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Maybe I'll go fake it, just a little bit more
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Ya well surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater
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Or sting the eyes of those who I adore
 
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse 4]
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Yeah watch me go down that old tar trail
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Let the hair grow long on my mane and tail
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Til you can't see my eyes or my ears
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And you don't know whether I've been missing for days
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Or I've been missin' for days or I been missin' for f**kin' years I been missin' for f**kin' years
 
 
 
[Verse 5]
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Cuz under the moonlight the weak become weary
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Somethin' a lurkin' might spot them and then
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Back to their home they will hastily scurry
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Just to find the pranksters have let themselves in
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Sayin' knock knock knock
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Is anybody home
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Sayin' knock knock knock knock knock knock
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Is anybody home
 
 
[Verse 6]
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But out on the rooftops the cold just keeps coming
                     G          D
Maybe I'll fake it a little bit more
       G                   D
Surely the weather doesn't peep through my sweater
                     G            D
Or sting the eyes of those who I adore
 
 
[Verse 7]
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Cuz the mightly old king of the bridge I be
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From my bed of rope everything I see
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Times a changin'
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No food for the gulls
          G
The beach house misses you sincerely
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It complains you never call
 
 
[Verse 8]
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But sadly the world has grown fat on my shoulders
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All we need is a break from time to time
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Surely the weather doesn't get much better
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I hope this ain't the time of my life
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Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better 
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I hope this ain't the time of my life
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Yeah surely the weather doesn't get much better 
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I hope this ain't the time of my life
 
 
[Outro]
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