Verse: 
                         G                        D                C                     Am  G 
The washing's out, it's hanging up, and all i have is nothing. 
                                          D                   C                           Am G 
Nothing to do, nothing to say, I think i must be dreaming. 

If i were King, i'd wear a ring, and never hurt my people. 
I'd stay alert, and just to kill, I might even slip you something. 

Chorus: 
(G)                    Em                               G                         Em                          A 
The sun comes up and i'm all washed out, Is this what deaner was talking about? 
                      G                         D                       C        Am  G 
And I do not think i will ever return, again my friend. 

Solo: 

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