Corb Lund – Counterfeiters Blues (Guitar)

G      N.C.
          Three, four..

G
He said "Drink deeply of the wine, my friend, breathe fully in the smoke"

G
"Eat the fish that he conjured, this is the bread that Jesus broke"

        C
This is grape juice and cheap vodka, man, this isn't even wine

    G
I'm smokin' shredded cardboard, eating sawdust baked with lime

        D
This is not the truth you tell me, but some terrible, evil joke

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It sounds to me like the counterfeit blues have got you by the throat

      G
There seem to be an awful lot of charlatans round here

G
Hustlers, cheats and anglers, fixers, sharps and mutineers

    C
The factory and subterfuge and corporato cheat

   G
Conspire to fast reduce us to the stamping of our feet

    D
The lords of mass producto mass product at quite a pace

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It won't be long them counterfeit blues'll run the whole damn place

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N.C.

      G
These notes that you've been paying with are a little bit too green

G
The printing's off, the ink has got a polyester sheen

           C
Well, your bill has grown too large and now you'll have to work it off

         G
And your snout will have to make its way from the far end of the trough

        D
You got suckered in tryin' to make your make your money overnight

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It looks to me like the counterfeit blues'll be doggin' you all of your life

    G
The worn out western hat I got no longer smells like horse

G
I can't afford to keep one around now that rooster's gone, of course

             C
I guess I've left it all behind me now except for when I write

    G
And sing ancestral praises of the ones who knew that life

      D
Well, years of RocknRolla have extracted quite a fee

C N.C.
Maybe them old counterfeit blues have been creepin' up on me