Parkland(Ukulele chords)

	        
Intro: A 

verse 1 
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Sun thru the window like a boogeyman 
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Unfinished curtains on the nightstand 
D 
Alarm clock bounces off my head 
A 
Phone is ringing beside my bed 
E                      D 
My son is dressed and waitin' on the step 
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It's the head nurse calling from Parkland 

verse 2 
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I got a kid, his name's John-John 
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Born the same day as the President's son 
D 
Today's the day of the big parade 
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But they're short at work and its double pay 
E                    D 
That means a scooter on your birthday 
A 
But the president'll have to wait?... 

verse 3 
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Take public transit one oh nine 
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Bounce out at the Parkland sign 
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Bring him to work and show him around 
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Grab that bucket, mop and gown 
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Towels, bedsheets, blankets and diapers 
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Wheeling him 'round in the laundry hamper 

Solo 
A  A  D  A  E D  A 

verse 4 
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John was the Prez, a mop was Jackie K. 
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We were a two-man motorcade 
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A girl stop skipping watch us shoot past 
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he blew a kiss and then thru the glass 
E                  D 
of emergency doors we turned to see 
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Blood and roses, guns and grief 
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Blood and roses, guns and grief? 

Verse 5 
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Bring him in and lay him down 
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John, bring the surgeon's gloves and gowns 
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through the black suits dartin' to and fro 
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I could see her shaking and alone 
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'John-John put that bullet back and offer Mrs Kennedy your hand 
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Hold it tight 'til her cryin's done 
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And don't look back, I won't be long...' 

Solo 
A  A  D  A  E D  A 

Verse 6 
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I brought fresh linen for the President 
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I watched the doctors pronounce him dead 
D 
Then a light voice said 'Is this your son? 
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He held my hand and my cryin's done' 
E                    D 
Then John-John said 'you better get along 
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You've got a birthday to plan when you get home?...' 

Solo 
A  A 

Verse 7 
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She bent down and kissed my John-John's face 
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Smoothed her bloody dress into place 
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And with her son's love as her staff 
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She lifted a nation upon her back 
E                   D 
She turned and nodded; we nodded back 
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As they carried her husband from Parkland... 

Solo 
A  A  D  A 

Outro 
E                  D       A 
John-John put that bullet back?!
	        

Written by Scott Garbe