Аккорды Jack McKeon - Last Slice Of Heaven

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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On a perfect bluebird morning, working till the afternoon
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He'll take a thermos full of coffee, and a mandolin playing out of tune
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He wasn't Bill Monroe, he never sung a note that wasn't flat
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On rented land he's grown a bit more food than he could eat
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So he'll sell the rest on Sunday, can whatever he can keep
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Tomatoes, corn and beans, potatoes and winter greens on an acre and a half
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But now the land that he's been working is worth more than he could need
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If selling out's surrender, is leaving like defeat?

[Chorus]
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Cause in a world that's always changing, what it means to be the same
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He knows spit and polish cleans up, the stuff they'd rather throw away
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To make an honest living, where the honest few are found
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Takes more than prayers and loans, to keep your boots on solid ground
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On the Last Slice of Heaven in this town

[Mandolin Solo]
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[Verse 2]
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Tobacco barn's full up with a crop of auto parts
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There's a broken antique thresher, now the Oldsmobile won't start
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The county's creepin' in, says they oughta go condemn that old place
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The new neighbors never wave to him as he walks along the road
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He goes over to the Legion, drinks a beer and goes back home
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All alone he sits in silence, his life like a reminder of what's changed
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Cause every fields a row of houses waiting to be built,
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Ain't no such thing as empty space 'til you need something to fill

[Chorus]
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Cause in a world that's always changing, what it means to be the same
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He knows spit and polish cleans up, the stuff they'd rather throw away
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To make an honest living, where the honest few are found
      G                                         D              A
Takes more than prayers and loans, to keep your boots on solid ground
       Em   D        G
On the Last Slice of Heaven
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On the Last Slice of Heaven in this town

[Outro]
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