Jenny's Tale Tabulatur von Ren (für Baryton)

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It was a quiet, dark night on an empty street
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somewhere in London City
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Jenny walked alone, she was dragging her feet,
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she was heading back home to sleep
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Well she knew this town, she knew this floor,
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because she’d walked it about a thousand times before
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She wanted to escape, can you blame?
 
 
[Strumming]
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Well on the very same night, in a different place,
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there walked a hooded young youth by the name of James
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He was 14 years old and out of his brain,
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he’d been smoking ganja with the boys
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James, he grew up to be a kid of the street, 
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his mates called him screech, he was quick on his feet
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He was a liar, a thief at fourteen years old,
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the devil had set his sights on his soul
 
 
[Pattern]
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As Jenny walked home all alone she felt scared
   Dm
Usually she was alright but it was like 
there was something in the air
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A divine intervention telling her to beware? 
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Or maybe intuition bugging her and making her so scared?
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Sirens sound in the distance to the beat of Jenny’s feet
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A symphony of the night that echoes crime on London’s streets
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Jenny turns a corner, their eyes they meet
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Our poor girl Jenny, and a boy named Screech
 
 
[Strumming]
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“Give me all your money bitch! Give it to me!
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If you co-operate, then you’ll soon be free
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I want your purse, your phone, don’t fucking look at me!
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I mean it bitch! Are you listening to me?”
 
 
[Pattern]
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Jenny freezes, statue like, a lady shaped stalagmite
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Fear like liquid nitrogen in the dark night
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She tried to find strength to move but stayed as still as a statue in high heeled shoes
 
 
[Strumming]
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“What the hell you playing at? You playing games with me?
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I swear to fucking god! I’ll slice the rosy off your cheeks
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You think I don’t mean it girl? You don’t know me!
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The last thing you see will be a boy called…”
 
 
[Pattern]
          Am
Screech reached for the sheath of the blade with the teeth
            Dm
That could bite through steal and slice concrete
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And he swung possessed, with the devil in his chest
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And the statue she was turned to butter in a breath…
 
 
[strike each chord only once]
          Am                                      
It was a quiet dark night, 
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on an empty street somewhere in London city
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Jenny lay still on the cold concrete
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She’s found somewhere to sleep
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Well, she knew this town, she knew this floor
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Because she’d walked it about a thousand times before
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I guess that she escaped… it’s such a shame