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song : junkyard
by : zac brown band
tabbed by : jacob stitzel
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tune half - step down to match recording
this is how i play the intro\/First verse when i play acoustic :
Am
E | - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
B | . - - - - - - 1 - - - - - - - 1 - - - - - - - 1 - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . |
G | - - - - - 2 - - - 2 - - - 2 - - - 2 - - - 2 - - - 2 - - - 2 - - - 2 - - - - - |
D | . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - . |
A | - - - 0 - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - 0 - - - - - - - 3 - - - 2 - - - - - - - |
E | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - |
let the A and G strings ring .
Am
and i have lived in A junkyard , where the weeds eat up the rain
Am
you get anything there , you are out of place
Am
you know there’s hell to pay
F C G
and say , \"you’re are 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’s my reality
he had A sick little girl , dirty and harmed with A breast plate made of metal
she drives all day in A rusty buick , feet don’t reach the pedals
got A jar of flies , A fathers disguise , where his heart should be
A mouth is sown together , she screams with those eyes!
and he says , \"she’s as sick , as she is lovely
and in need of my hand\"
he tells her , you are never worthy
she was all alone you see , that was her reality yeah
shoulda been sleepin , shoulda been dreaming , but i wake up to broken glass
we want more , an empty desk , in my homeroom class
i got an old bone pocket knife , tight in my right hand to save my poor mother , from the
junk yard man!
and i say , \"he’s is sick he is not lovely
and in need of A hand\"
and he will know he’s not worthy
as he dies alone you see , that’s his reality
i’m not sick , i Am lovely , and hatred is the curse of man!
and i will not feel unworthy
cause i’ve washed my hands you see , that’s my reality