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Yeah my [B]daddy was a farmer.
He was a race [A]car driver.
He is [G]a four leaf clover.
He is the[F#m]next messiah.

Now he's living in the woods,
the dark and dank woods.
With a cocktail waitress,
who thinks she's an artist.

Take he[B]r down to the river,
split he[A]r right up the middle.
Now there[G]'s gonna be trouble,
for a pregna[F#m]nt lamb and a con man.

I sit in the clink,
dye his hair in the sink.
And the tumor gonna make a
man out of him.
Now my [B]daddy was a chancer.
He was[A]a bad check bouncer.
But if he had[G]cancer,
he's a su[F#m]rvivor.

He's the n[B]ext mes[A]siah.
He's the n[G]ext me[F#m]ssiah.
He's the n[B]ext mes[A]siah.
He's the n[G]ext me[F#m]ssiah.

Covering it up,
squeezing it out,
watching it bleed.
You're watching it all,
taking it back.
She's down on her knees.

[A]When did she com[G]e to det[F#m]est you?

Giving it back,
backing you up,
nothing's for free.
You're giving it back,
for locking you up,
those terrible deeds.

[A]When will they c[G]ome to a[F#m]rrest you?
When did she come to detest you?

When will they come to arrest you?
When did she come to detest you?

[E]I'm gonna give my love to you 
on a day you gotta bring it back. 
I want to tell you I love you. 

[A][G]

[E]I want to tell you I love you.
I'm gonna go out walking baby, 
better be here when I get back.

[A][G]

Oooohhhh

I'm gonna give my love to you on 
a day you gotta bring it back. 
I want to tell you I love you. 

He's the n[B]ext mess[A]iah.
He's the n[G]ext mess[F#m]iah.
He's the n[B]ext mess[A]iah.
He's the n[G]ext mess[F#m]iah.