Robert

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Intro:  F – F – C – Csus - Am
        D7 – D7 – G - G7
C
Robert was a poet in a way you can describe
                  Csus             Am            D
Searching all the trashcans in the corner of his mind
C               B7          Am          D
Leaving all the memories of what he had inside
           C            F              C
Now he’s a wandering in heaven all the time
C
Robert was a hobo, living with the word
               Csus             Am               D
Every dime and more then just a payment from the dirt
C                B7             Am             D
Spending all his days without a balance on the line
           C            F              C
Now he’s a wandering in heaven all the time
F                                  C            Csus   Am
Alltough he’s not the same to you, the wrong it can be right
D7                              G           G7
Now i see that live is just the only way to die
F                                   C      Csus   Am
And though he may not look to you a keeper of the mind
D7                                 G      G7
All you did was keeping him inside
C
Robert was a prophet with a blade op on his shoes
                 Csus       Am             D
A smile upon his face never payed a single deuce
          C             B7            Am              D
Though he was no god of any kind, his water turned to wine
           C            F              C
Now he’s a wandering in heaven all the time
F                                  C            Csus   Am
Alltough he’s not the same to you, the wrong it can be right
D7                              G           G7
Now i see that live is just the only way to die
F                                   C      Csus   Am
And though he may not look to you a keeper of the mind
D7                                  G      G7
All you did was keeping him inside
F – F – C – Csus – Am – D7 – D7 – G - G7
C
Robert was a loner, with every word unsaid
                 Csus             Am             D
All the curtains closed before he got himself to bed
C         B7           Am            D
No window never opened up to see the light
           C            F              C
Now he’s a wandering in heaven all the time
F                                  C            Csus   Am
Alltough he’s not the same to you, the wrong it can be right
D7                              G           G7
Now i see that live is just the only way to die
F                                   C      Csus   Am
And though he may not look to you a keeper of the mind
D7                                   G       G7
All you did was keeping him inside
F               G           Am
All you did was keeping him inside
F              G            Am
All he did was keeping you inside