Zac Brown Band - Junkyard

      Zac Brown Band - Junkyard
Flat tune

Intro  
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Verse 1
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 I have lived in a junkyard     where the weeds eat up the rain
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 You get anything there out of place    you know there's hell to pay


Chorus
             F            C               G
 And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely
F        C         G
 And in need of a hand"
F               C             G
 He tells me, “you are never worthy”
            F                 C             F       C
 But I was just a child, you see, that was my reality


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Verse 2
           Am                                                              C
 He had a sick little girl dirty and hard with a breast plate made of metal
      Am                                                                  C
 She drives all day in her rusty Buick and her feet don't reach the pedals
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 Got a jar of flies, her father's disguise where his heart should be
      Am
 Her mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes (screams with those eyes)


Chorus
F          C               G
 She's as sick, as she is lovely
F        C          G 
 And in need of my hand where he uses his hands
F                C             G
 He tells her, “you are never worthy”
         F              C             F        C
 She was all alone you see, that was her reality


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                                 yeah

Verse 3
          Am                                                                     C
 Well I shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming but I wake up to broken glass
          Am                                         C
 There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
          Am                                           C                   
 I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand 
     Am
 To save my poor mother from the junk yard man

Chorus
F         C              G
 He's as sick as she is lovely
F        C         G
 And in need of a hand
F          C            G
 He will know he's not worthy
          F              C           F        C
 When he dies alone you see, that's his reality

F         C          G
 I'm not sick, I am lovely
F       C                G    
 Hatred is the curse of man
F        C          G
 I will not feel unworthy 
              F                   C           F       C
 'Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality

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