I'm not the man(Chords)

	        Intro:  Ab  Cm  Fm  Cm  Db...  / Ab - Db... Db / (2x) 
 
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It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be 
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Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe 
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His eyes have gone away, escaping over time 
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He rules a crowded nation... insi...ide his mind 
 
Ab  Cm  Fm  Cm  Db...  / Ab - Db... Db / (2x) 
 
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He knows that night like his hand, he knows every move he made 
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Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card... won't... fade 
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10:05 his truck pulled home, 10:05 he climbed his stair 
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About the time he was accused of being there 
 
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        Db...	    / Ab - Db... Db / (2x) 
But I'm not the man 
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He goes free as I... wait on the row... 
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For the man... to test the rope he'll slip around my... throat... 
Ab  -  Cm -     / Fm...    Fm / (2x) 
   and    silen...   ce me 
 
       Fm	   Db       Eb	        Fm 
On the day he was tried no witness testified 
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Nothing but evidence, not... hard to falsify 
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His own confession was a prosecutor's prize 
            Db		 Eb		     Fm 
made up of fear, of rage... and of outright lies 
  
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        Db   	    / Ab - Db    D / (2x) 
But I'm not the man 
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He goes free as the candle vigil glows  
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As they... burn my clothes 
 
/ Ab - Cm - Fm / Fm - Ab 
 
       Eb/G	        Ab	  Db	      Ab 
As the cro... owd cries... 'Hang him... slow!' 
      Eb/G	   Ab	       Db      Ab    Cm     Fm      / Fm / (2x) 
And I...   feel my... blood go... cold...   he goes... free 
 
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Call out the KKK, they're... wild after me 
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And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal 
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they'd love to serve me up my... final... meal 
 
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Who'll read my... final rite and... hear my... last... appeal? 
    Db	           Eb	      Fm 
Who... struck this... devil's... deal? 
 

	        

Written by Natalie Merchant