The Mountain Goats – Quito (Ukulele)

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When I receive the blessing I've got coming

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I'm going to raise an ice-cold glass of water

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To toast the living and the dead 

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Who've gone before me and my head 

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Will throb like an old wound re-opening

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When I get off the bus down there my children

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They all are going to greet me at the station

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Like gypsies they will dance around me

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And the choral droning sound their 

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Voices make will saturate the evening

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 When I get off the wheel I'm going to stop

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 And make amends to everyone I've wounded

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 And when I wave my magic wand

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Those few who've slipped the surly bonds 

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will rise like salmon at the spawning