One Of Us Cannot Be Wrong Gregory Alan Isakov
Intro: A
[A]I lit a thin green c[Bm]andle
[D]To make you jealous of [A]me.
[A]The room filled up with mo[Bm]squitos
They he[D]ard that my body was f[E]ree
[F#m]And I took the dust of a l[C#m]ong sleepless night
And I p[D]ut it in your little s[A]hoe
[Bm]And I must confess that I t[G]ortured the dress
That you [Bm]wore for the w[A]orld to look th[G]rough.[A]
[A]And I showed my heart to the d[Bm]octor
[D]He said, ?You just have to q[A]uit?
[A]Then he wrote himself a pres[Bm]cription
[A]And your name was mentioned in [E]it
[F#m]Then he locked himself in a l[C#m]ibrary shelf
With the d[D]etails of our hon[A]eymoon
[Bm]I hear from the nurse that he?s g[G]otten much worse
And his [Bm]practice is a[A]ll in a r[G]uin.[A]
[A]I once knew a saint who had [Bm]loved you
[D]I studied all night in his s[A]chool
[A]He taught that the duty of l[Bm]overs
Was to t[D]arnish the golden r[E]ule.
[F#m]And just when I was sure that his t[C#m]eachings were pure
he dro[D]wned himself in the p[A]ool
his bo[Bm]dy is gone, but out h[G]ere on the lawn
[Bm]his spirit c[A]ontinues to [G]drool.[A]
[A]An Eskimo showed me a [Bm]movie
[D]He?d recently taken of y[A]ou
[A]The poor man could hardly stop s[Bm]hivering
[A]His lips and his fingers were b[E]lue
[F#m]I suppose that he froze when the [C#m]wind took your clothes
And I [D]guess he just never got [A]warm
[Bm]But you stand there so nice, in your b[G]lizzard of ice
Please l[Bm]et me come i[A]nto your st[G]orm.[A]
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