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Jesus Stole My Baby

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(capo 2ª casa) 

G     F        G     F 
Jesus stole my baby 
G     F        G     F 
Jesus stole my girl 
G            F          G          F 
He took her away for an hour every Sunday 
Dm                 C         D 
And cut all of her beautiful curls 

G       F      G      F 
She was always easy 
G     F           G     F 
Seven days of the week 
G           F             G         F 
Now she's a bore and I've seen it before 
Dm                      C            D 
She thinks it gives her some kind of mystique 

G                  F        G        F 
Said that she just wants to save me 
G                        F            G     F 
Said you can't go on the way that you are 
G                 F                 G             F 
She chased all my friends, hurts my brain till it bends 
         Dm             C         D 
Hides my cigarettes and steals my guitar 

( F   G   D )   (3x) 

F   G             D    F          G       D 
       And it's a long time since she was mine, 
   F       G    D 
Pretending I am fine 
F       G      F          B7        A 
Another simple boy on the telephone line 
           D      F      G         D 
And though she is living here with me 
    F      G     D 
I'm aching to be free 
    F        G      F        B7     A 
She takes it all so god damn seriously 

( G   F )  (4x) 

          G              F             G          F 
Well I've always been in love with her treasure 
        G                F            G        F 
But she might as well be locked up in chains 
       G            F          G          F 
When I ask she says no and I'm feeling so low 
    Dm               C          D 
I'm bursting from my feet to my brains 

G                   F            G       F 
Now if I could only talk to this Jesus 
    G                 F           G      F 
I'd tell him just how lonely I've been 
    G          F            G     F 
I'd ask him to send home my baby again 
           Dm             C               D 
So she can see what kinda state I've been in 

G     F        G      F 
Jesus stole my baby 
   G     F              G     F 
So maybe I should steal his 
    G          F 
She used to be mine 
             G          F 
Now she's so dull and divine 
           Dm                  C           D 
May not be nice but that's the way that it is 

( F   G   D )   (3x) 

F   G           D    F     G        D 
        And I'm lost here among the clowns 
F     G      D 
Jesus men in gowns 
    F       G   F      B7       A 
All sandals and out of tune guitars 
        D        F    G    D 
And she talks in terrified tones 
   F    G   D 
Of skeleton bones 
F         G         F       B7   A 
Screaming through a mangled microphone 

F   G             D    F          G       D 
       And it's a long time since she was mine, 
   F       G    D 
Pretending I am fine 
F       G      F          B7        A 
Another simple boy on the telephone line 
           D      F      G         D 
And though she is living here with me 
    F      G     D 
I'm aching to be free 
    F        G      F        B7     A 
She takes it all so god damn seriously 

( A ) (2x) 
( B7   G ) 
Dm   C   G  (til fade)  

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