Kris Kristofferson - Bread for the Body

      
 
 INTRO 
 
 
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 VERSE 
 
 
    A                          G            A 
 I built my own chains in the land of the free
                              B          E 
 A slave to a job that meant nothing to me
              A                     G         A  
 With three shiny new cars and a split level home
                            G       A  
 To furnish the tomb I was dying to own
 
      D                                    
 Then one day I wakened with fear in my eye
   A                                   E 
 Aware of a world that was passing me by
         A                      G          A  
 And I knew that my savings of silver and gold
                                 G        A  
 Would mean not a thing when my body was cold
 CHORUS 
 
 
          A                      D        A  
 Because life is a song for the dying to sing
                              B        E  
 It's got to have feeling to mean anything
        A                      D         A  
 And a man can get by without silver or gold
                              G            A  
 With bread for the body and song for the soul
 INTERLUDE 
 
 
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      A                     G             A    
 I'm living my life by the lessons I've learned
                               B           E    
 And not looking back at the bridges I've burned
             A                         G         A  
 'Cause the time that we travel from cradle to grave
                                 G          A   
 Was meant to be spent and not meant to be saved
 
         D                                        
 And I know there are some who will say I'm a fool
        A                                     E 
 But I don't give a damn for the people that do
            A                     G           A  
 'Cause if down in a dungeon is where they belong
                                    G         A  
 Well, that's their misfortune and none of my own
 CHORUS 
 
 
          A                      D        A  
 Because life is a song for the dying to sing
                              B        E  
 It's got to have feeling to mean anything
        A                      D         A  
 And a man can get by without silver or gold
                              G            A  
 With bread for the body and song for the soul
 OUTRO 
 
 
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