Junkyard chords by Zac Brown Band

Zac Brown Band - Junkyard
Flat tune

Intro
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Verse 1
Am             C Am                C
 I have lived in a junkyard   where the weeds eat up the rain
Am                 C Am
 You get anything there out of place  you know there's hell to pay

Chorus
       F      C        G
 And he said, "You're as sick as you are lovely
F    C     G
 And in need of a hand"
F        C       G
 He tells me, ?you are never worthy?
      F         C       F    C
 But I was just a child, you see, that was my reality


Interlude  Am  |   ||


Verse 2
      Am                               C
 He had a sick little girl dirty and hard with a breast plate made of metal
   Am                                 C
 She drives all day in her rusty Buick and her feet don't reach the pedals
    Am                              C
 Got a jar of flies, her father's disguise where his heart should be
   Am
 Her mouth is sown together, she screams with those eyes (screams with those eyes)


Chorus
F     C        G
 She's as sick, as she is lovely
F    C     G
 And in need of my hand where he uses his hands
F        C       G
 He tells her, ?you are never worthy?
     F       C       F    C
 She was all alone you see, that was her reality


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                 yeah

Verse 3
     Am                                   C
 Well I shoulda been sleepin, shoulda been dreaming but I wake up to broken glass
     Am                     C
 There'll be one more empty desk in my homeroom class
     Am                      C
 I got an old bone pocket knife tight in my right hand
   Am
 To save my poor mother from the junk yard man

Chorus
F     C       G
 He's as sick as she is lovely
F    C     G
 And in need of a hand
F     C      G
 He will know he's not worthy
     F       C      F    C
 When he dies alone you see, that's his reality

F     C     G
 I'm not sick, I am lovely
F    C        G
 Hatred is the curse of man
F    C     G
 I will not feel unworthy
       F          C      F    C
 'Cause I've washed my hands you see, that's my reality

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