-The Man Who Was Wrong-
-Dr. Dog-
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F#m                           C#m
Lately, I've been cruel to my baby
                F#m                 C#m
She asks if I'm hers and I only say maybe
            F#m                      C#m    
Playing the fool, who knows nothing about love
             F#m                           A      Dm     E 
I act like I doubt it, but I'm nothing without it
 
            A                            B 
If I should leave you, darling you would know
         E                        B 
That I'm chasing the only game in town
       C#m
That's running itself right back into the ground
      A
And I won't be too old, when the story is told
     B           E
Of a man who was wrong


'Cause I know, you belong in the churchyard
Growing flowers, writing home on a postcard
And its ok to belong to the old times
Making crochet, tying knots in the clothesline

And if I should leave you, darling you would know
That I'm chasing the only game in town
That's running itself right back into the ground
And I won't be too old, when my story is told
Of a man who was wrong


'Cause he barks like a hounddog in moonlight
Yes, he barks on and on, but he don't bite
'Cause it don't pay to stand up to the uptight
It's the cowards that are fighting the good fight

If I should leave you, darling you would know
That on that day when I'm not around
I must be asleep like a stone in the ground
And I'll be a hundred years old when the story is told
Of a man who was wrong

Riff
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B|-------------------------------------------------|
G|---------6-5-4-3-2-1~---------------6-5-4-3-2-1--|
D|--4-----------------------4----------------------|
A|----4-----------------------4-0-4----------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------|

When my soul breaks, and my heart stops it's beating
And my body lies wounded and bleeding
When the vulture starts in on its feeding
And all of my seconds stop their constant repeating

If I should leave you, where would I go
Theres only one other bed in this town
It sits like a tree in a hole in the ground
Ill be a hundred years gone, but the story goes on
Of a man who was wrong
Ill be a hundred years gone, but the story goes on
Of a man who was wrong