Anphetamine Annie

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G#..... {4} {6} {6} {5} {4} {4}
C#..... {9} {11}{11}{10}{9} {9}
D#..... {11}{13}{13}{12}{11}{11}

Spoken

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     This is a song with a message,
G#
I want you to heeeeed my warning.

Spoken

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I wanna tell you all a story, about this chick I know.
They call her Amphetamine Annie, an' she's always shovelin' snow.
C#
I sat her down and told her, I told her crystal clear
G#
I don't mind you gettin' high but there's one thing you should fear
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Your mind might think it's flyin' baby on those little pills
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But you ought to know it's dyin' cause, speed kills!

Yell "Speed Kills"

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But Annie kept on speedin', her health was gettin' poor
She saw things in the window, she heard things at the door
Her mouth was like a grindin' mill, her lips where cracked and soar
G#
her skin was turnin' yella', I just couldn't take it no more
     D#                          C#
She thought her mind was flyin', on those little pills
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She didn't know it was going down fast, cause speed kills!

Yell "Speed Kills

Solo:

Spoken

G#
         Yeaaa, speed can kill you too baby,   yaa
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Little Solo Riff

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Little Solo Riff

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Well I sat her down and told her, I told her one more time
The whole wide human race has taken far too much meladrime
C#
She said "I don't care what a limey says, I got to get it on
G#
I'm not hip to the scene of the man who come from across the pond"
     D#                                 C#
She wouldn't heed my warnin', lord she wouldn't hear what I said
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Now she's in the grave yard, and she, awfully dead

Yelled (in a drunken fit)

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Ya speed gonna kill you!!
G#
Anybody. Speed 'll get you!!
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Speed from over the pond.
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There ain't no hope baby...
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Yaa, aah hah.
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Spoon a Spoon a Spoon.... huah [fade]

Yelled (in a drunken fit)

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Yelled (in a drunken fit)

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