Wheat Kings taby ukulele według Tragically Hip (Chwyty barytonu)

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Sun down in the paris of the prairies
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Wheat kings have all their treasures burried.
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And all you hear are the rusty breezes
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Pushing around the weather vane Jesus


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In his Zippo lighter he sees the killer's face
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Or maybe it's someone standing in a killer's place
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20 years for nothing, well thats nothing knew...besides
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No one's interested in something ya didn't do.


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Wheat Kings and pretty things.
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Let's just see what the morning brings


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There's a dream he dreams where the high school is dead and stark
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It's a museum and we're all locked up in it after dark,
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the walls are lined all yellow grey and sinister
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hung with pictures of our parent's prime minister's


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Wheat Kings and pretty things.
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Let's just see what the morning brings


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Late breaking story on the CBC
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A nation whispers "we always knew that he'd go free"
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And ya can't be fond of living in the past.
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Cuz if you are then there's no way that you're gonna last


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Wheat Kings and pretty things.
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Let's just see what the morning brings
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Wheat kings and pretty things
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Oh that's what tomorrow brings