Dm Thing  Fmaj7 C (x4)
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          We've all seen the man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
          The hair on his face is dirty, dreadlocked, and full of mange
          He ask the man for what he could spare with shame in his eyes
          Get a job you fuckin' slob's all he replies

                God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
                Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

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                          Then you really might know what it's like
                          Then you really might know what it's like
                          Then you really might know what it's like
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                          Then you really might know what it's like
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          Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom who said he was in love
          He said don't worry about a thing baby doll I'm the man you've been dreamin' of
          But three months later he said he won't date her or return her call
          And she sweared god damn if I find that man I'm cuttin' off his balls
          And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static walkin' through the door
          They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner, and they call her a whore

                God forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
                Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

                          Then you really might know what it's like
                          Then you really might know what it's like
                          Then you really might know what it's like
                          Then you really might know what it's like

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          I've seen a rich man beg, I've seen a good man sin, I've seen a tough man cry
          I've seen a loser win, and a sad man grin, I heard an honest man lie
          I've seen the good side of bad, and the down side of up, and everything between
          I licked the silver spoon, drank from the golden cup, and smoked the finest green
          I stroked the baddest dimes at least a couple of times before I broke their heart
          You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start
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          I knew this kid named Max he used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
          He liked to hang out late, he liked to get shit-faced and keep pace with thugs
          Until late one night there was a pick up fight, and Max lost his head
          He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit and wound up dead
          Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of his pain
          You know it crumbles that way, at least that's what they say when you play the game

                God forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
                Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

                          Then you really might know what it's like
                          Then you really might know what it's like
                          Then you really might know what it's like
                          Then you really might know what it's like - to have to lose...

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