Dead Mans Curve

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       E
The street was deserted late Friday night
         A
We were bugging each other while we sat out the light
    E
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
      B
You should have heard the whine from my screaming machine
    E
I flew past La Bream down to Crescent Heights
    A
And all the Jag could see were my six taillights
    E
He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve
       F#m                        B
But I pulled it out and there we were, at Deadman's curve

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Deadman's Curve is no place to play
 G
Deadman's Curve

C
 Well, the last thing I remember, Doc., I started to swerve
Am
 And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
F
 I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
Bb                     B
 I found out for myself that everyone was right
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            C         A         B
Won't come back from Deadman's Curve

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Deadman's Curve is no place to play
 C#m
Deadman's Curve, you best keep away
 A
Deadman's Curve, I can hear them say
     B          C         A         B      E
You won't come back from Deadman's Curve

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