Dogtown

Capo 2

Intro: C#5 E B5 F# | B5 / C#5 C#5 B5 C#5 E5 C#5


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There's a snakeskin bedroom bang in the middle  
     B5  C#5        C#5   B5      C#5     E5 C#5  
Of a fun’’ny  little place called "Hell." (Oh well.) 
C#5       E           B5             F# 
Everybody there's got trouble by the dozen  
       B5  C#5       C#5   B5 C#5   E5 C#5 
It's a lone-ly little place to dwell .  . 
G# 
. Hope I don't make the trip through the floor  
    F#                               G# 
You told me once, "I want it but you wanted it more" 

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I know kung fu, you know nothing  
      B5  C#5         C#5  B5 C#5    E5   C#5 
But toge’’-ther we can make it real. (Good deal.) 
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Kicking our own way out of every prison  
     B5  C#5        C#5  B5   C#5   E5 C#5 
With my   brains and your high heels .  . 
G#                                            G# G 
. Love your myth coupled with your vast ocean .  . 
F#                        G#                G# A 
Take my eyes as the prize for your devotion .  .  

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Bb 
. Oh take me to El Rey I got this real need to pray 

. Come find me where the vampires all keep their heads on display 
Eb7 
. I'm a new man living in a old skin 

. I've been dead to you ever since Berlin 
Bb                                                             B 
. Oh teacher, I'm restless, just say the word and I'll be blameless 
C 
Make me a saint I'll be the voice of restraint 
          B     Bb                                     A  G# 
I'll take their bullwhips and stones without a hint of complaint 

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C#5   E      B5      F# 
I met God in Dogtown isn't it  
  B5  C#5         C#5  B5     C#5    E5    C#5 
A fun’-ny thing to know you've died? (Doves cried.) 
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Angels wept just as if I was a brother  
    B5  C#5       C#5 B5 C#5   E5 C#5 
And sang the blues for my bride .  . 

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I've been keeping time in a skeleton soul band  
B5   C#5          C#5   B5   C#5     E5 C#5 
Don't it make your heart just bleed? (In-deed.) 
C#5        E           B5           F# 
Keeping my nose clean, hoping I can crash land  
B5  C#5            C#5    B5 C#5  E5 C#5 
Back where I've got mouths to feed .  . 
G#                                             G# G 
. I'll be home once I've paid for my confusion .  .  
       F#                          G#              G# A Bb 
You'll see me in the fires of your own disillusion .  . . 

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| Bb Bb | Bb Bb F G A | Bb Bb | Bb Bb F G A |