Sunday Morning Paper Guitar Chords Turnpike Troubadours

[Intro]
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Sunday morning paper said
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"Rock 'n' Roll is surely dead!"
A                               E
Somethin' hit me deep down in my soul
       B  Bmaj7 B7                    E
Lord I know,       it's just Rock 'n' Roll

[Verse 1]
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Never one time did I ever
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Dream you wouldn't live forever
C#m                             B   Bmaj7 B7
Betcha never planned on gettin' old
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Looked like you were born to lose
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Your slicked back hair and your prison blues
A                                 E
Mother tried to keep you from that row
       B  Bmaj7 B7                    E
Lord I know,       it's just Rock 'n' Roll

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
         E
Well you showed up from the underground
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Bakersfield, Tulsa-town
   A                            E
An inch away from needin' crowd control
        B               E
Lord I know, Oh Lord I know!

[Verse 3]
A
Women, wine and Benzedrine
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Out to break the Big Machine
C#m                               B
Gettin' off the low-down for the truth
A                            B
Fightin' at it fingernail and tooth

[Verse 4]
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Somewhere between 10 and 2
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Someone's wishin' they were you
A                                E
Make a livin' off your highs and lows
        B                       E
Lord I know, it's just Rock 'n' Roll

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 5]
A
Never one time did I ever
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Dream you wouldn't live forever
C#m                               B
Betcha never planned on gettin' old
A
Bangin' on a baby grand
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Play that thing to beat the band
C#m                                  B
Screamin' out for everything you're worth
         A                                   B
Well you dressed up like the greatest show on Earth

[Outro]
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Sunday morning paper said
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"Rock 'n' Roll is surely dead!"
A                             E
I don't think I'll ever let it go
      B                        E
Even though it's just Rock 'n' Roll