Woodbox Gang - God Box Wagon Chords

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

9 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
4
3
1
2
X
12 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
1
3
4
2
1
5 fr
         
         
         
         
         
X
         
         
         
         
         
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
No capo

Verse 1

AmA creep fell asleep underneath a great heap Of punks and monks and theirC junk The Ambloke awoke to the joke of a kid Needing kidneys and first rateC smokes The surAmprise of the sunrise in his eyes Reminds him of times he wasC better off blind BefAmore he roared like a whore Riding shotgun on the god boxC wagon

Chorus

The godAm box wagon ain’tC going nowhere CThe god box wagon ain’t Amgoing nowhere AmIf you want to go nowhere better find another chauffeur AmThe god box wagon ain’tC never goin’Am there

Verse 2

A clown was found where he drowned So bloated they noted he nearly exploded The hour was powered by flowers and cowards With souls full of holes and spirits corroded I watched the fitness of the mystery mistress Who cried all night with warm hugs and kisses Till her half sister kissed her and hitched her To the wheels of the god box wagon

Verse 3

His face was simple with dimples and pimples But he slept with his boots on the stove The story that morning said the rain was pouring And far into nowhere he drove Then nowhere stopped and he dropped his clock Standing there was an ox a wagon and a box So he grabbed the reins in the rain and proclaimed I’m the god of nowhere and I’m never going home

Chorus

The god box wagon doesn’t care where your money is God box wagon doesn’t care who your daddy is All the god box wagon really wants to know Are you going somewhere where you wanna go?

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