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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Chorus 1]
The B7Edison MusC#meum, not G#mopen to the D#mpublic Its B7haunted towers C#mrise inG#mto the clouds D#mabove it G#mFolks drive in from C#mout of town To D#mgaze in amazement when they G#msee it
[Verse 1]
BJust outside the gEate I Blook into the couErtyard BUnderneEath the gathering BthunderEstorm BThrough the iron Ebars, I Bsee the Black MarEiah ReBvolving Eslowly on its D#mplatG#mform F#In the topmost Btower, a C#mlight D#mburns G#mdim A F#coiling Bfilament C#mglowiD#mng withiG#mn
[Chorus 2]
The B7Edison MuC#mseum, G#monce a bustling D#mfactory ToB7day is but a C#mdarkened, cobweb G#mcovered hive of D#mindustry The G#mtallest, widest C#mand most famous D#mHaunted mansion in New G#mJersey
[Verse 2]
BBehind a wooden Edoor, the Bvoice of Thomas EAlva BRecites a pEoem on a BphonoEgraph BGhosts float up the Estair, like Bsilent moving Epictures The Bloyal Ephantoms of his D#min-house G#mstaff A F#wondrous place it Bis, there C#mcan D#mbe no G#mdoubt But F#no one ever goes Bin, and C#mno one D#mever goes G#mout
[Chorus 3]
So B7when your children C#mquarrel and G#mnothing seems to D#mquell them B7Tell them that you'll C#mtake them to the G#mEdison MuD#mseum The G#mlargest indeC#mpendently owned And D#moperated mausoG#mleum