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Early Roman Kings

Bob Dylan

Ton : G
Accords :
G : 355433
G11 : 333433
C : 8-10-10-988
C11 : 888988
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G G11 G G G11 G 
AGh thG11e earlGy Roman kings in their shark skin suits.
BGow tG11ies anGd buttons high-top boots. C C11 C 
DCriviC11n' theC spikes in blazin' the rails. G G11 G 
NGaileG11d in tGheir coffins in top hats and tails. C C11 C 
FCly aC11way ovCer fly away flap your wings. G G11 G 
FGly bG11y nighGt like the early Roman kings.
G G11 G G G11 G 
G G11 G G G11 G 
AGh thG11e earlGy Roman kings were never really born.
CGominG11' downG the mountain distributing the corn. C C11 C 
SCpeedC11in' thCrough the forest ah racin' down the track. G G11 G 
YGa trG11ying' Gto get away they drag you back. C C11 C 
TComorC11row isC Friday we'll see what it brings. G G11 G 
EGveryG11body'sG talkin' about the early Roman kings.
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TGhe pG11eddlerGs and the meddlers they buy and they sell.
TGhey G11destroGyed your city they'll destroy you as well. C C11 C 
TChey'C11re lecCherous and treacherous a-hell-bent for leather. G G11 G 
EGach G11of 'emG bigger than all men put together. C C11 C 
SCluggC11ers anCd muggers wearin' fancy gold rings. G G11 G 
AGll tG11he womGen goin' crazy for the early Roman kings.
G G11 G G G11 G 
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IG couG11ld dreGss up you wounds with a blood-clotted rag.
IG ainG11't afrGaid to make love to a bitch of a hag. C C11 C 
ICf yoC11u see Cme comin' and you're standin' there G G11 G 
WGave G11your hGandkerchief in the air. C C11 C 
IC ainC11't deaCd yet my bell still still rings. G G11 G 
IG keeG11p my fGingers crossed like the early Roman kings.
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IC couC11ld strCip you of life strip you of bread.
SGhip G11you doGwn to the house of death. C C11 C 
OCne dC11ay youC will ask for me. G G11 G 
TGhey'G11ll be Gno-one else that you'll wanna see. C C11 C 
BCringC11 down Cfiddle tune up my strings. G G11 G 
IG'm gG11onna bGrake it wide open like the early Roman kings.
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IC wasC11 up onC Black Mountain the day Detroit fell.
TGhey G11killedG them all off and they sent them to Hell. C C11 C 
DCing-C11dong-dCaddy you're comin' up short. G G11 G 
TGhey'G11ll putG you on trial in a Sicilian Court. C C11 C 
IC havC11e had Cmy fun I've had my flings. G G11 G 
GGoin'G11 shakeG 'em on down like the early Roman kings.
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