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Hey, you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say 
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'How's it going Ma'sm.' 
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But your never quire clear if their glares are sincere  
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or really only just secondhand 
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To you it's all roses it's a lavender haze 
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The man is a marvel, but it's a shame about his brains 
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But that's okay you say, 'He's got straight teeth, and it's good sex.' 


     C                           G 
You look to the sky you look to the man 
     C                           G 
You claim innocence and not to understand 
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Or do you 
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Do you? 


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There's a big man wearing a white suit and patent leather shoes 
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He wants to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo 
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'Cause the gypsy at the corner said 'Hey, mister, you can't lose.' 
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And it's your first day on the track you feel that heat on your back 
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We all want to find a way to beat the system 
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Find some rhythm in the madness 


     C                     G 
Get down on your knees and pray 
     C 
Say, 'I'll do whatever you want, God 
                     G 
Just let me have my way.' 

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Or will you 
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Will you?
 

Bridge
 
 Em                            A 
Come on all you married men, rattle your cry 
 Em                            A 
Dance with the devil for tomorrow will surely 
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Hey, hey, blow the men down 
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You with all your cigarettes and cool stares  
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Filled with blank glares and loaded regrets 
              D                     D/E 
Just like the girls today with nothing to say 
          D/B               G 
No more pigtails and pony rides 
           D                 D/E 
They're sophisticated, they sip on lattes 
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And have their eyes on a bigger prize 


     C 
We shake our fists and say, Well good golly we're mad, 
     G 
That God would kill children with our very own hands.' 
     C                           G 
We claim innocence and not to understand  

D  D/E   D/B   G 
Or do we 
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Do we? 


Bridge 

 Em                            A 
Come on all you married men, rattle your cry 
 Em                            A 
Dance with the devil for tomorrow will surely 
 D    C    C/B          G 
Hey, hey, blow the men down 
D    D/E   D/B   G 
Blow the men down 
D  D/E   D/B   G 
D  D/E   D/B   G 
Hey 
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