Elijah

C/G  F
Take your things and I'll take mine
And don't you worry who gets left behind
Subtle embrace and slight salute
Pistol holding and ready to shoot

 C/G F
Cause were moving on up, with all the changes,
Cause were moving on up, to different place,
Gmaj7 no5  Fmaj7 no5 
You can tell everybody,
Am F Am  Dm
But please, please, please, Don't tell Elijah.

 Take my heart and take me in,
I could believe you would make amends,
Take these ashes and let them fly,
With death impeding don't you cry,
Cause were moving on up, with all the changes,
Cause were moving on up, to different place,
Gmaj7 no5  Fmaj7 no5 
You can tell everybody,
Am F Am  Dm
But please, please, please, Don't tell Elijah.

A work in progress, all rights reserved (C) 2012 John Canales

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