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Tuning: DADDAD Capo: 4 (sometimes 5 in live performances) D: 000000 G: 550000 A: 770000 Bm: 990000 The verses are all played like this, using this riff: --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] -0h2--2--2p0--0--0--0------0---] --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] -----------------------0-------] -----------------------0-------] Chief had been . . . --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] -0h2--2--2p0--0--0--0------0---] --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] -----------------------0-------] -----------------------0-------] Fifteen years or . . . --0---0---0---0---0---0--] -4/5--5---5---0---0---0--] --0---0---0---0---0---0--] --0---0---0---0---0---0--] -------------------------] -------------------------] He was still marchin --0---0---0---0---0---0--] -0h2--2--2p0--0---0---0--] --0---0---0---0---0---0--] --0---0---0---0---0---0--] -------------------------] -------------------------] down that street --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] -0h2--2--2p0--0--0--0------0---] --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] --0---0---0---0--0--0------0---] -----------------------0-------] -----------------------0-------] like he was walking to war They called him the chief cause he was Indian It was the name they said behind his back In the summer he'd march without any shoes Till the soles of his feet turned black Till the soles of his feet turned black G D G A His hands wouldn't work the machinery cause his brain told him what to say G D G A D It's a hell of a life, but it's somebody's life, up and down the street all day Honey, I been put through the paces, running like a dog on a track The hands keep it going, but as fast as you get there You don't ever get to go back I don't really know what I'm doing, just watching myself in some play And the actress looks like she wants to go home and lie in her bed all day Yeah, lie in a big bed all day Her hands won't work the machinery cause her brain tells her what to say It's a hell of a life, but it's somebody's life, up and down the street all day Bm A G D But I wish that you could see me when I'm flying in my dreams Bm A G The way I laugh there way up high, the way I look when I fly D Bm A G D Bm A G The way I la - a - augh, the way I fly - y - y Chief got out of the army, Jesus went to live with the poor I'm still marching up and down that street, I don't know what I'm doing that for I don't know what I'm doing that for I don't know what I'm doing that for


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