David Bowie – Wood Jackson (Guitar)

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Jackson made twenty tapes in a day

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To give away,          a-give away

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And he'd play

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The tunes they'd call creative when they're running out of names

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Heaven knows he's really torn it now

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But the names, it hurt poor Jackson, stopped the haters in his way

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Heaven knows he's for it

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Sha-ame, hey, hey

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He was never quite unsure, but really sane

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Wants to play

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Jackson stole twenty souls in a day

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To take away,       a-take away

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He takes away

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And no complaints

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Heart's upon his sleeve and his blade

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Wood Jackson took the beating everyday, given out, passed away

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Another way,          hey, hey

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Just wants to play

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And how he'd play

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The mob, they bleed and tremble when they're running after life

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Heaven knows he's really torn it now

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The words that killed Wood Jackson's friends were written on the wall

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   Heaven knows he's for it

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Shame

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Just wants to play

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It's a shame

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Shame

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It's a shame

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Wants to play

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It's a shame

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It's a shame

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Just wants to play