My Criminal Record

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Cm         Cm                     Cm
    Well I came from a broken home
   Cm                      Cm
My mamma had a broken heart
    Cm                       Cm
And even though she tried to fight it
N.C.
    It was broken from the start

   Cm                 Cm
My daddy had a problem
       Cm                              Cm
But he always seemed to find himself a drink
    Cm                       Cm
And when he finally hit rock bottom
        Cm     N.C.
Well we didn't know how low he'd sink

   Fm
My family has a record
Fm                        Cm
   That's as long as your arm
Cm             Fm
   And I don't want you to read it
Fm                         G
   'Cause it's gonna do us harm

G            Cm              Cm
   I keep it locked away somewhere, I know
     Fm                    Fm
In a cellar that I call my youth
        Cm
It's my criminal record
G N.C.
      It's the truth

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Cm           Cm                   Cm
    It's all there in the records
      Cm                   Cm
Every move is written down
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I got it tied around my neck now
N.C.
    One day I'm gonna drown
      Cm                  Cm
And I stood on a mountain
      Cm                     Cm
And I wondered when I'd fall
   Cm                 Cm
It was always right behind me
N.C.
    Yeah the writing's on the wall

   Fm
My family has a record
Fm                        Cm
   That's as long as your arm
Cm             Fm
   And I don't want you to read it
Fm                         G
   'Cause it's gonna do us harm

G            Cm              Cm
   I keep it locked away somewhere, I know
     Fm                    Fm
In a cellar that I call my youth
         Cm
It's a criminal record
G          Cm
  It's the truth

Eb              Cm            G
    And you can stand me up, against the wall
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With the lines behind my head
        Ab                   Cm
You can point your finger at me in a lineup
G                          G
Screamin' that you want me dead

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|Cm   |Cm   |Cm   |

Cm          Cm                     Cm
    Well, I came from a broken home
   Cm                      Cm
My mamma had a broken heart
    Cm                Cm
And even though she tried to fight it
N.C.
    It was broken from the start

N.C.      Cm              Cm
I keep it locked away somewhere, I know
     Fm                    Fm
In a cellar that I call my youth
        Cm             G
It's my criminal recoo-ooord

G                 Cm              Cm
  Yeah, I keep it locked away somewhere, I know
     Fm                    Fm
In a cellar that I call my youth
       Cm
It's a criminal record
G N.C.         Eb   Bb   Eb Bb Eb Bb Cm
      It's the truth

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