Cross Canadian Ragweed - Brooklin Kid Chords

 
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
2
2 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
4
4
4
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
4
3
1
1
1
X
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
         
         
         
         
         
2
1
3
4
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
3
2
1
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3
7 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1

10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
X
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
3
3
1
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
         
         
         
         
         
X
3
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
2
3
4
1
8 fr
         
         
         
         
         
1
3
4
2
1
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
X
3
4
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
3
2
1
1
1
4
10 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
X
1
3
4
3

12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
1
3 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
No chord
    
Standard guitar tuning:
E
A
D
G
B
E
Capo on 2 fret

D

Well I gotta friend that lives south of town Loves to sit and burn one down GSpin some vinyl on his steCreo D DEvery now and then he speaks of war One tour of duty on a foreign shore GFightin' for his way Chome D GFightin' for his way Chome D

G C D

Returnin' home to his native land Left New York for Texas man Quieter times were in his cards He met a girl she met a man Dropped to his knees and he took her hand A simple life ain't that hard No, a simple life ain't all that hard

G C D

A new generation on the ground Nothin' in the world could bring him down Flyin' like he had wings Several years came and went Not one of them was poorly spent A good man's life he was chiselin' Yeah, a good man's life he was chiselin' Reflecting on the Viet-Cong Uncle John's Band and a Dylan song Smellin' like it's supper time You know it brought a tear to his eye The day that Jerry Garcia died He said he was the genius of his time Yeah, A Friend of the Devil is a Friend of Mine Don't try to find it Make the time A couple of joints and a bottle of wine You'll be glad that you did With the Grateful Dead spinnin' round Kick your feet back and be astound By the life of the Brooklyn kid

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