Rory Gallagher – Kid Gloves (Guitar)

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Well, they sprung me out of Quentin, I'm back on the mob's payroll

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They can buy my body, sure can't buy my soul

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I'm working out of Stockton, I'm weighing in at two-o-one

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But there's a man in the front row sent down from the mob with a gun

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'Kid Gloves' I'm back on the street, 'Kid Gloves' the master to beat, 'Kid Gloves' I'll do anything but dive

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We'll they bought me out of Quentin, they've gone and placed their bets

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I've got to throw the fight just to save my neck

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Saying 'yes' to the set up made me feel so cheap

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But the street felt so good, only got myself to beat

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'Kid Gloves' I'm back on my feet, 'Kid Gloves' the master to beat, 'Kid Gloves' I'll do anything but cry

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'Kid Gloves' I'm back in the ring, 'Kid Gloves' I'll fight anything, 'Kid Gloves' I'll do anything but lie

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A deal is a deal but you know I just can't win, but the mob ought to know my conscience is wearing thin

              C                           F                    C
Well, they sprung me out of Quentin, I'm back on the mob's payroll

         Bb            F                 C
They can buy my body, sure can't buy my soul

     C                             F                  C
I'm working out of Stockton, I'm weighing in at two-o-one

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But there's a man in the front row sent down from the mob with a gun

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'Kid Gloves' I'm back on the street, 'Kid Gloves, the master to beat, 'Kid Gloves' I'll do anything but dive

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'Kid Gloves' I'm back on the street, 'Kid Gloves, the master to beat, 'Kid Gloves' I'll do anything but dive

            C                          F                            C
We'll they burned me out of Quentin, they've gone and placed their bets

              Bb             F               C
I've got to throw the fight just to save my neck

         C                  F                C
Saying 'yes' to the set up made me feel so cheap

          Bb                  F                  C
But the street felt so good, only got myself to beat

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'Kid Gloves' I'm back on the street, 'Kid Gloves' the master to beat, 'Kid Gloves' I'll do anything but dive

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'Kid Gloves' I'm fast on my feet, 'Kid Gloves' the master to beat, 'Kid Gloves' I'll do anything but dive