C FOh DeannaCOh Deanna!F COh DeannaF CYou know you are my friend, yeahF D GAnd I ain't down here for your moneyG D GI ain't down here for your loveG D DI ain't down here for your love or moneyD CI'm down here for your soulC FThere's no carpet on the floorC FAnd the winding cloth holds many mothsC FAround your Klu-Klux furnitureC FI come of deaths head in your frockD GWe discuss the murder planD GWe discuss murder and the murder actD GMurder takes the wheel of your CadillacG CAnd death climbs in the backC FOh DeannaF COh oh DeannaF CSweet DeannaF COh oh DeannaF CWell, this is a carF Cand this is a gun nowF CAnd this a day number oneF COh DeannaF DThe little crime woven historiesG Dare black and a smoking christmas treesG DAnd honey, it ain't mysteryG CWhy you're a mystery to meF CWe will eat out of their pantriesF CAnd their parloursF CAshy leaving in their bedsF DAnd we'll unload into their headsG DOn this mean seasonG DBut this little angel that I squeezingGShe ain't been mean to meC FOh DeannaCOh Deanna!F COh DeannaF CYou are my friend and my partnerF COn this house on the hillG D GI ain't down here for your love or moneyG D GI ain't down here for your loveG CI'm down here for your soulC FOh DeannaC FOh DeannaF CI Am A knockingF CWith my toolbox and my stockingF CWell I'll meet you on the cornerF CAnd you point it like a fingerF CAnd squeeze its little things nowF CI hear it's kick, hear it's bangF DAnd let no worry about it's issueG DDon't worry about where its beenG Dand don't worry about where it hitsG CCause it just ain't yours to sinC FOh DeannaF CNo it just ain't your to sinF CSweet DeannaF CI ain't getting any youngerF CAnd I don't intend gettin' any olderF CThe sun a hump at my shoulderC FOh DeannaF DAnd I ain't down here for your moneyG DI ain't down here for your loveG DI ain't down here for your love of moneyG CI'm down here for your soul
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