A Liquor Never Brewed Teclado

	  

Gm 
There was a knockin' at my door 
Cm                  Gm 
It's the dreaded landlord 
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He wants his rent and wants it now, he is careless how 
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He left us in a vacant daze, asking how we got here. 
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And we retired to slumber but, the glasses never were rinsed. 

 Gm 
There was a tappin' on my back 
 Cm                Gm 
It's the dreaded foreman 
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I think I see a smile through his teeth and his cigar 
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He put my hands to work otherwise do nothin' 
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And I made a thousand things today, I'm sure I'll never use. 

 Gm 
There was a ringin' on my phone 
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I picked it up to answer, they said they were my comrade. 
     Eb                   Bb 
But they couldn't say my name 
      Eb                   Bb 
So I asked them about the sun and moon 
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And what their thoughts on time were 
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They hung it up in madness and went on to punch the clock 
  
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And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing 
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I got an invitation once to liberty 
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They had a mischief brew but, not goblets were used 
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Besting rum or porter 'tis a liquor never brewed. 

Never brewed... 
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Na na na... 

 Gm 
There was a knockin' at my door 
      Cm             Gm 
It's the dreaded policemen 
          Dm                        Gm 
He had a ticket to enter signed by fools of Sanford laws 
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And he questioned me on politics and scored my generation 
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For not respecting elders and lands authority 

Gm 
When the landlord came to knock, 
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I said "Come back tomorrow 
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There's more life I'll be living than just slaving for your wage 
    Eb                  Bb 
And to the troop and foreman. 
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Make yourself the things I don't use. 
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For I'm off into the forest for a liquor never brewed!" 

Cm                                         Gm 
And somewhere there's a sound of someone singing 
   Dm                         Gm 
I got an invitation once to liberty 
              Eb                     Gm 
They had a mischief brew but, not goblets were used 
   Am                          Am           Bb   Am 
Besting rum or porter 'tis a liquor never brewed.