Wrong Side Tabulatur von Shaka Ponk

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[Verse]

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If you pass by the liquor store
          Bb            F#    Eb   F#
Take that bottle of old 64
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A pack of smoke for my lungs mellow
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But don't walk the wrong side of the road

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I was one of them, once before
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But it's not the case son, anymore
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Don't walk the wrong side, that's for sure
              F# 
If you make a stop at the liquor store


[Chorus]

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I met your grandma at the liquor store
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One of these days in 54
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After I asked her for a last reload
           F#                Ab
I took the wrong side of the road

                Bb
I know what you think
        F#        Db
There's no such a thing
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As swimming the wrong side of the stream               
                   Bb
You think that you know
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But you don't wanna go
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With a bunch of guys with a cool logo
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That makes you lobotomy loco


[Verse]

I was a fool looking for a goal
I took the wrong side of the road
A bunch of guys with a red logo
Enrolling the poor souls down below
I was a fool to enroll
So many crimes I can't recall


[Chorus]

I married your grandma on a sparkling night
During the summer of 55
She dedicated her soul to our family
I was giving it all to my gang's party

I know what you think
There's no such a thing
As swimming the wrong side of the stream
You think that you know
But you don't wanna go
With a bunch of guys with a party logo
That makes you lobotomy loco


[Bridge]
   Bb                                F#
In hatred, oh there is nothing to be found
                    Eb
So don't go messing around
                    F#
Oh don't go messing around
You've got to know
   Bb                                F#
In hatred, oh there is nothing to be found
                    Eb
So don't go messing around
                    F#
Oh don't go messing around
You've got to know
   Bb                                F#
In hatred, oh there is nothing to be found
                    Eb
So don't go messing around
                    Ab
Oh don't go messing around
     F#           Ab
And around-round


[Chorus]

I finally got away from this fucking blitz
During the summer of 66
My boom just blown up like a thunderstorm
When my baby girl, your mam, was born

I know what you think
There's no such a thing
As listening to the old man of the kin
You think that you know
But you don't wanna go
With a bunch of pams in a crappy pogo
On the wrong side of the road!