P.u.s.a ukulele

P.u.s.a

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  A                 F#m                  Bm 
Drove around 'til five o'clock, it was drivers day 
            E 
I drove the drivers way, 
           D7                                      A 
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I've got 
              F#m              Bm                E 
Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichés 
         D7 
And if I get out, give up, get along with myself 

(coro) 
           A             F#m         D    A 
I've gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where 
       A           F#m       D    A 
in the Post United States of America 
            A              F#m      D        A 
I've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there 
       A           F#m        D   A 
In the Post United States of America 
       A           F#m        D    A 
In the Post United States of America 
       A           F#m         G         E 
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeerica 

(verso) 
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 Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland 
         E 
I'm in a state of sand 
         D7                                       A 
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I'll be OK 
               F#m                       Bm                   E 
Brothers on my right and left they don't give a shit 'bout my bottomless pit 
    D7 
And I know, I will turn 'em, all you mothers in'n'out 

(coro) 
           A             F#m         D    A 
I've gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where 
       A           F#m       D    A 
in the Post United States of America 
            A              F#m      D        A 
I've got my brotherhood to help me, take 'em there 
       A           F#m        D   A 
In the Post United States of America 
       A           F#m        D   A 
In the Post United States of America 
       A           F#m         G         E 
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeerica 

(solo) 
 A  F#m  D  E 
 A  F#m  D  E 
 A  F#m  D  E 
 A  F#m  G  G F# F E  E F F 
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 A        F#m      D        A 
 Love me, fool me, drink my wine in the 
       A           F#m        D    A 
in the Post United States of America 
        A       F#m       D        A 
I wanna go with those who live and dies 
       A           F#m        D    A 
in the Post United States of America 
       A           F#m        D   A 
In the Post United States of America 
       A           F#m         G        E       A 
In the Post United States of Ameeeeeeeeriiiiiiiica  

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