Randolph Street Master Of Electricity(Chords)

	        
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I remember yesterday 
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When I'd sit and watch the hound dogs play 
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Howlin' at the China moon 
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Now yesterday is the busted balloon 
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Life was young and things were easy, 
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Days were short, nights were warm 
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Times were good, hate was shallow 
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Love was crazy and I had it in my marrow 
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And I swear that I've seen your face  
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somewhere back in that time and in that place 
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Do you remember,?the old house stood like World War Two  
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with just two rooms and a hall to be used 
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The lady was mean just slightly unclean  
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with a heart of cold silver and gold 
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The kitchen smelled of kerosene 
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Ceiling hung down unveiled the rotted beams 
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and the man, they said, his work it could of hung in the Louvre 
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Now he sits around all day because his left arm won't move 
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He was a master of the art of electricity 
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He lectured on tubes and circuitry 
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He was self-employed, but he could never see  
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his way into the light 
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He had a room full of switches and dials and lights  
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and a head full of clouds and eyes full of sight 
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And when it got dark,I could hear his heart beat  
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like a mother in the night 
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She stood like a guardian ready to give everything up 
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If I had asked for a sword and her blood in a cup 
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but there was just a time when I asked for too much 
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She sighed because she could not give it 
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We used to sit beneath the tree  
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just the lady, the radio man and me 
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And I think it was the winter of '63  
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the man went away and let us be 
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It was early on an August day  
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that the lady decided she too must go away 
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For her heart it seems could not pay the price  
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for what her body was buying 
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I came home from school and I found the note 
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I went into the kitchen and lit the old stove 
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With senses set on overload 
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I turned on the TV,  
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spent the rest of the afternoon  
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watching all my old cartoons  
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and thru the hall and across the porch  
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was the sun surrendered like a crying torch