[Intro]  Am  G  Am  G

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-How did my father die?
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49 times, We fought that beast.
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Your old Man and Me.
           Am
It had a chicken head with duck feet,
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With a Woman's face too.
Am         G
-Aw, that's rad!
                            Am
And it was waiting in the bushes for us,
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Then it ripped of your Dad's face.
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He was screaming something awful.
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In fact there was this huge mess, 
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And I had to change the floors.
       G
-The floors?
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You see, his blood, it drained into the boards,
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And I had to change 'em.
F         G        Am
But we all got a Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
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Waiting for us

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Every day I worry all day.
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About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Am                                          C
Cause something's waiting in the bushes for us.
C                                    F
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.
F
Every day I worry all day.
F                                    Am
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Am                                   C
Something's waiting in the bushes for us.
C                                    Am
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

Am
-Yo,
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Never knew
  G
My dad
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He didn't
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Care about me.
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Dead horizon,
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Is all my macro-binoculars see.
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Moisture-Farming
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All my life
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And not a drop spilt.
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My aunt and uncle, double suns,
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And sippin' blue milk.
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My aunt and uncle, double suns,
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I'm sick of blue milk.

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But then a desert hobo came and told me,
F            G      Am         C
-We all got Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
          F
Waiting for us.

F
Every day I worry all day.
                                     Am
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Am                                          C
Cause something's waiting in the bushes for us.
C                                    F
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.
F
Every day I worry all day.
                                     Am
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Am                                          C
Cause something's waiting in the bushes for us.
C                                    F
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

F
Hold me when I open like a flower.
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Hold me right.
Am
Yeah, I ain't had to bake for a girl in a long time,
Am
A long time.
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-I think my cooking's awesome.
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I've got her picture in my photo wagon.
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-Ha ha, keep it poppin'.
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Yeah,
       Am
She'd probably love to Honky tonk.
Am
(She'd probably love to Honky tonk.)
Am
That's what I said.

F
I used to ride,
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Across the desert.
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You know, I used to glide,
F       G
On my speeder.
          Am
Pray that I don't find,
Am
What I don't wanna find.
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Waitin' for me 'round the corner,
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Oh no, no.

F
I used to ride,
F
Across the desert.
F
You know, I used to glide,
F      G
On my speeder.
     Am
Pray that I don't find any more,
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-Crispy bodies by the door.

Am      G             Am    G
49 times, yeah it was 49 times.
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And now it might be waiting for you.
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Could hiding behind that scrap pile.
G
-That's just a big cow.

F        G          Am          C
I know you really want someone to hold you,
F          G    Am               C
But we all got a Chicken-Duck-Woman thing,
            F
Waiting for us.

F
Every day I worry all day.
                                     Am
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Am                                          C
Cause something's waiting in the bushes for us.
C                                    F
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.
F
Every day I worry all day.
                                     Am
About what's waiting in the bushes of love.
Am                                          C
Cause something's waiting in the bushes for us.
C                                    F
Something's waiting in the bushes of love.

F
I used to ride,
F
Across the desert.
F
You know, I used to glide,
F      G
On my speeder.
     Am
Pray that I don't find any more,
C
-Crispy bodies by the door.