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COCAINE Jackson Browne
[C] [F] [G] [C7] [E7] [C9]
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[C]You take Sally, I'll t[C7]ake Sue
There ain[F]'t no difference betrween the two
Coca[C]ine, it's runn[F]in all around[G] my brain[C]
[C]Headin down Scott, turnin u[C7]p Main,
[F]Lookin for that girl who sells the cocaine,
Coca[C]ine, run[F]nin all around[G] my brain[C]
[E7]Ooh, ooh mama, come here quick,
That ol[F]d cocaine's about to make me sick,
Coca[C]ine, run[F]nin all aroun[G]d my brain[C]
[C]Late last night about a quarter [C7]past four,
L[F]adanyi come knockin down my hotel room door,
Where's the cocaine, [C]it's runnin al[F]l around my b[G]rain[C]
[C]I was talking to my doctor, down at th[C7]e hospital,
He said "Son [F]it says here your 27, but that's impossible",
Co[C]caine, you look l[F]ike you could be 45[G] [C]
[C]Now I'm losing touch with reality, and I'm almost out of bl[C7]ow,
[F]It's such a fine line, I hate to see it go
Coca[C]ine, it's run[F]nin all around[G] my brain.[C9]
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