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C G One of America's great national pastimes is drinking a coke F C Taking a smoke telling a joke C G One of America's great national pastimes is playing ball F C Taking it all and thinking so small F C But the great taste of coke has refreshed players G C The hot and tired the weary and the sore F C But the great taste of coke has refreshed players G F C The hot and tired the weary and the sore C G One of America's great national pastimes is chocolate fudge F C Carrying a grudge bribing a judge C G One of America's great national pastimes is poisoning rain F C Acting insane inflicting pain F C But the great taste of coke has refreshed players G C The hot and tired the weary and the sore F C But the great taste of coke has refreshed players G F C The hot and tired the weary and the sore C G One of America's great national pastimes is the worship of speed F C Planting the seeds taking more than she needs C G One of America's great national pastime is cutting the grass F C Grabbing some ass living too fast F C But the great taste of coke has refreshed players G C The hot and tired the weary and the sore F C But the great taste of coke has refreshed players G F C The hot and tired the weary and the sore Copyright @ 1971 Kyo Music and Bad Boy Music From the "Farther Along" LP Columbia Records 1971 The Byrds Old Blue arranged by Roger McGuinn D A7 D Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue A7 D Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue Well I had an old dog and his name was Blue A7 D D A7 D Betcha five dollars he's a good dog too D A7 D Oh Blue chased a possum up a holler limb A7 D Blue chased a possum up a holler limb Blue chased a possum up a holler limb A7 D The possum growled Blue whined at him D Bm G A D Bm G A D Bye bye blue you good dog you bye bye blue you good dog you D When old Blue died he died so hard A7 D He shook the ground in my back yard We lowered him down with a golden chain A7 D And every link we called his name D Bm G A D Bm G A D Bye bye blue you good dog you bye bye blue you good dog you D My old Blue he was a good old hound A D You'd hear him hollar miles around When I get to heaven first thing I'll do A D Is grab my horn and call for Blue D Bm G A D Bm G A D Bye bye blue you good dog you bye bye blue you good dog you Copyright @ 1969 Blackwood Music Inc., McHillby Inc. From the "Dr Byrds and Mr Hyde" LP