Fred
Zager Evans
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Verse 1
Am In a white enamel room G They pulled him from his mothers womb Am Hanging from his heels he cried G And everyone put on their smiles Am Ugly, red and drippin wet G They put him in a bassinette Am Tiny toes and fingernails G Daddy said he'll go to Yale C D Em Such was the first day for Fred
Verse 2
Am When he reached the age of nine G He killed a frog with a kitchen knife Am He broke the wing of a nobel bird G With a jagged rock his slingshot hurled Am When he reached the age of ten, G He stole the neighbor's guinea hen Am He wrapped its beak in masking tape G It starved to death in thirteen days C D Em Such was the tenth year for Fred
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Verse 3
Am When Fred was sweet sixteen G He robbed the neighborhood Dairy Queen Am He drove away in his Daddy's car G He didn't get far Am The local fuzz hauled him away G He went to trial the very next day C D Em Found guilty the sixteenth year for Fred Em A And his daddy cried.
Chorus
A Oh, Fred, Fred, where'd we go wrong? A We used to buy you things A I thought we got along E Oh Fred, Fred, you're living a life of sin E A Tell me Fred, what we gonna tell our friends?
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Verse 4
Am When Fred was twenty-one G He was brought to bear for things to come, Am He'd learned to kill, hate and steal G Now Uncle Sam offered Fred a deal Am We need good men, like you my boy G To throw grenades and bang young boys Am It takes agression and a will of steel G And mainly, we got a quota to fill C D Em And off to fight, went Soldier Fred
Verse 5
A When Fred was thirty-two G He was covered with medals all red and blue A He'd killed twelve men in eleven years G Well never once did he shed a tear A Now Fred was a coming home G Discharged with a broken bone A Climbed aboard his plane at nine G And roared off into the clear blue sky C D Em And that's where planes always fly
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Verse 6
Am Fred found a seat in row number two G Sat himself down and loosened his boots Am Along came a problem with long short hair G And said "Hey man, you're setting in my chair." Am Fred got up and hit the poor man G Forgot about the cast he had on his hand Am He killed him dead in one clean blow G It didn't bother Fred too much though. C D G Em Such was homecoming for Fred Em A And his Daddy cried
Chorus
A Oh Fred, Fred, where'd we go wrong? A We used to buy you things A I thought we got along E Oh Fred, Fred, you've done it again E A Tell me Fred, what we gonna tell our friends?
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