Аккорды Hayes & The Heathens - Nobody Dies From Weed

Note:     * after chord means strike chord once and let it ring.

Capo: 1 fret

[Intro]
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There’s a million ways to make grave, but nobody dies from weed!

[Verse 1]
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They decided to go to the magic show where Flo she volunteered,
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To do her part for the sake of art, step up and disappear,
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And the crowd all gasped when she got halved and they saw her bleed,
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Where some folks croak from mirrors and smoke, but nobody dies from weed.

[Chorus 1]
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Nobody’s punched their ticket on mother nature’s gift,
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Or gone to meet their maker from puffin on a spliff,
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A hornet’s sting, a boxing ring, cancer storms or speed,
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In ways diverse folks find the hearse but nobody dies from weed.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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Well he left his home for Yellowstone with a dream and a fifth of rye,
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He parked his truck and thanked his luck when the buffalo come by,
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He had cowboy pride boy he could ride but the signs he did not read,
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Some folks die from being dumb, but nobody dies from weed.

[Chorus 2]
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Nobody dies from gettin' high off of god’s own grass,
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Never has that deep inhale turned out to be their last,
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To be a big earthquake, a hunk of steak, envy lust or greed,
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Ways abound to get under the ground but nobody dies from weed.

[Interlude]
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[Chorus 3]
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When the roll is called up yonder and my spirit flies away,
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It won’t have one thing to do with getting’ stoned that day,
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In a local bar, the closest star or some kind of dirty deed,
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There’s a million ways to make the grave but nobody dies from weed.

[Outro]
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Ways abound to get underground, but nobody is gonna die from weed!
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