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            How Junior Got His Head Put Out
By JJ Grey and Mofro
Transcribed by Slobrien (aka Mike O)

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solos in B pentatonic minor work nice

E form and A form Barre chords at the 7th Fret work nicely


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Me and my friends out late one night
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4 drunk sailors looking' for a fight
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One pulls a pistol and he sticks it to my head
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A voice in my mind says, "Son you are dead"


 Just another scrape but we make it out alive
 Some make a living' tryin' to steal your pride
 Others talk color but I know it's all the same
 Never saw a bullet that didn't know a name


 Young jitterbug tryin' to play that game
 Always showing' out as if it was a game
 Bragging 'bout jacking people every chance he gets
 Young jitterbug best watch your step


 Jits with his girl out dancing' on a wire
 Car pulls up and opens fire
 Pull up to the scene there's a whole lot of cryin'
 Young jitterbug girlfriend lay dyin'

 Just 2 stories how things go down
 On any given day in this little Southern town
 There's a lot of slow walking' and a lot a sad singin'
 All throughout the memories the gun shots ringin'    

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