Lincoln Continental(Chords)

	        


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When I was a child, my mother said to me 
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You canít spend all your days alone In the shade of a cherry tree 
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My brother cut the roof off a Lincoln, cause his doctor said lose some weight 
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And the tape of Buck Owens, my hair was blowing, 
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 as they drove from the garden state to the lights of the golden gate 

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Iíve been missing you, so listen, id like to ask you could you drive to town? 
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And Iíve been thinking about your Lincoln continental with the sunroof down 


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When the kid came down from Lennox, yeah, yawning was the talk of the town 
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A real high roller, a self-promoter, said the band was the best around 
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He said I got a little money from the performing; I bought a new suit and hat 
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I said, 'Performing what?,' you said, 'Classic stuff Ricky Hayes and Virginia scat.' 
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I said, 'Who the hell is that?' 

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But I can play a little old time fiddle; we can start a little country band. 
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And I was thinking in your Lincoln we can bum around the promise land 

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And the world will open up for us 
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at least I brought our broken cup(?) 

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Probation officer john Collins was a paranoid psychopath 
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He had to paint the fence by the roller rink for the committee of industrial trash 
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You canít find the business end of a rifle 
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Youíre the devil from an Irish saint 
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I said I got no cares in those affairs what I was, what I am, or ain't 
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I got a lot of fence to paint 

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I've got no loving all because I got in from crossing lines 
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You got me thinking, even Lincoln, must have felt a little lost sometime 

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And the world will open up for us 
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at least I brought our broken cup


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