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A Hundred Pounds Of Clay Misc. Unsigned Bands
He took a [Bb]hundred pounds of [Gm]clay,
And then He [Cm7]said "Hey, [F7]listen".
"I'm gonna [Bb]fix this-a world [Gm]today,'
"Because I [Cm7]know what's [F7]missin'.'
Then He [Eb]rolled his big sleeves [F7]up,
And a [Eb]brand-new world [F7]began,
He [Bb]created a [Gm]woman and a [Cm9]lot of [F7]lovin' for a [Bb]man,
Whoa-oh-oh, [Eb]yes he [Bb]did..
With just a [Bb]hundred pounds of [Gm]clay,
He made my [Cm7]life worth [F7]livin',
And I will [Bb]thank Him every [Gm]day,
For every [Cm7]kiss you're [F7]givin',
And I'll [Eb]thank Him every [F7]night,
For the [Eb]arms that hold me [F7]tight,
And He [Bb]did it [Gm]all with [Cm9]just a [F7]hundred pounds of [Bb]clay,
Yes he [Eb]did, whoa-oh, yes He [Bb]did.
Now can'tcha just [Bb]see Him a-walkin' '[Bdim]round and 'round,
[Cm7]Pickin' the clay up [F7]off the ground?
[Bb]Knowin' just what [Bdim]He should do,
To [Cm7]make a livin' [F7]dream like you..
[Eb]He rolled His big sleeves [F7]up,
And a [Eb]brand new world [F7]began,
He [Bb]created a [Gm]woman and a [Cm9]lot of [F7]lovin' for a [Bb]man.
[Eb]Whoa-oh-oh, yes he [Bb]did.
A sixties smash from Kraziekhat.