Black Sabbath – Trashed (Guitar)

   B
It really was a meeting the bottle took a beating

    B
The ladies of the manor watched me climb into my car and

      E
I was going down the track about a hundred and five

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They had the stop-watch rolling

          E
I had the headlights blazing I was really alive

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And yet my mind was blowing

          E
I drank a bottle of tequila and I feel real good

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I had the tape deck roaring

           E
But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn

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I went of exploring

         E
I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it

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I was turning tires burning

    F      E   G  F    E
The ground was in my sky

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I was laughing the bitch was trashed

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And death was in my eye

      E
I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way

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I had the wheels in motion

          E
There was Peter and the Green fly laughing like drains

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Inebriation

    E
The crowd was roaring I was at Brands Hatch

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In my imagination

           E
But at the canal turn I hit an oily patch

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Inebriation

         E
I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it

      F  E          F  E
I was turning tires burning

    F      E   G  F    E
The ground was in my sky

      F   E        F     E
I was laughing the bitch was trashed

    F     E   G  F    E
And death was in my eye

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Ooh Mr. Miracle you saved me from some pain

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I thank you Mr. Miracle I won't get trashed again

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Ooh can you hear my lies

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Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes

         E
I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it

      F  E          F  E
I was turning tires burning

    F      E   G  F    E
The ground was in my sky

      F   E        F     E
I was laughing the bitch was trashed

    F     E   G  F    E
And death was in my eye

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Ooh Mr. Miracle you saved me from some pain

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I thank you Mr. Miracle I won't get trashed again

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Ooh can you hear my lies

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Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes

   E
So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again

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But there was no tequila

        E
Then we started on the whisky just to steady our brains

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'Cos there was no tequila

          E
And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill

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We began to roll

       E
And as we get trashed we were laughing still

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Well bless my soul