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[G] [A7] [D]
[D] I visit farmer Joe’s old pump house in my [G] thoughts every[D]day
I imagine the broken bottles we [G] cracked on that dank choky [D] floor
I run that evenings story through my [G] mind all the [A] way
But [G] still I can’t re[D]call if she [A7] ever walked through the [D] door
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I told my lovin’ mother I was [G] over at yours that’s [D] right
You told your wary father that at [G] mine you promised to [D] be
So we could camp out in the pump house and [G] crash there for the [A] night
Yes we [G] drank ourselves [D] silly on [A7] white dog whis[D]ky
We [G] thought we where [A7] in Fat [D] City
[G] Having the time of our [A] lives
But the [D] Pump House Blues aren’t [G] pretty
[A] No one [A7] ever sur[D]vives
[G] [A7] [D]
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[D] Oh you won’t survive the pump house blues your [G] tell tale heart will [D] scream
The police they found her body washed [G] up in the pump house ra[D]vine
Her picture in the paper says [G] Pump House May [A] Queen
But [G] We don’t know why we’d [D] do it and the [A7] whole thing feels like a [D] dream
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