The Tragically Hip - 38 Years Old

      [Chords]
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B|-1-----1-----1-----1----1----1-|
G|-2-----2-----0-----0----0----0-|
D|-2-----2-----2-----0----0----2-|
A|-0-----0-----3-----2----2----3-|
E|-x-----x-----x-----x----3----3-|

[Intro] 
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[Verse]
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Twelve men broke loose in '73
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From Millhaven maximum security
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Twelve pictures lined up across the front page
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Seems the Mounties had a summertime war to wage
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The chief told the people they had nothing to fear
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The last thing they'd wanna do is hang around here
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They mostly came from towns with long French names
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But one of the dozen was a hometown shame

[Chorus]
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Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall
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Been one seat empty 18 years in all
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Freezing slow time away from the world
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He’s 38 years old, never kissed a girl
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He’s 38 years old, never kissed a girl

[Verse 2]
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We were sittin' at the table, heard the telephone ring
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Father said he'd tell me if he saw anything
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Heard the tap on the window in the middle of the night
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Held back the curtains for my older brother Mike
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See my sister got raped, so a man got killed
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Little boy went to prison, man's buried on the hill
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Folks went back to normal when they closed the case
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They still stare at their shoes when they pass our place

[Solo] 
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My mother cried the horror has finally ceased
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He whispered yeah, for the time being, at least
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And over his shoulder, on the squad car megaphone
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Said let's go Michael, son, we're takin' you home