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The Wasteland Gm C Bb Gm Gm C Bb Gm
Some days I think it's allEb7 a dream CThe things I've done, the places thaFt I've been D/F# D7/F# GmThis life of mine seemedEb7 surreal at times Wasted days Cand nights in someone elsDsus4e's mind D Gm
C Bb Gm Gm C Bb Gm Could it be I'm not for real' I've slapped my face to check out how I feel There's hostages to prove it's true Who lives behind the mask was never proved
FCome on Robert Johnson Bb FThough we're worlds apart Bb Eb Eb/D You and I know what it's like C#mb5 D With the devil in our heart You soCmld your soul at the crossroaGmds Fm6/G# G7 Kept a little of mine on hand I'm wEbading outC/E this mudFdy water D/F# Been strGmanded in tFhe WastelEband D Gm
Rattling chains all around my bed Ghosts can laugh but they're already dead I'm not dying and I'm far from gone The blues man spent his candle but his pain lives on
Gm(the aCbove Bbline rGmepeats and when you want to end-->) Gm F Eb D Gm