G Four and twenty blackbirds sitting on a fenceG Four and twenty years and I been trying to make some senseC But it don't look too good mamaG Don't look too good for meD C G I was wading in the water but I only got washed out to seaG Four and twenty blackbirds flying through the skyG Four and twenty years and still I'm barely getting byC But it don't look too good mamaG Don't look too good for meD C G I was toiling in the fields But the whirlwind is all I did seeG Four and twenty blackbirds crowing up aboveG Four and twenty years and I been in and out of loveC But it don't look too good mamaG Don't look too good for meD C G Well my cup runneth over But it never seems to satisfy meG It's four and twenty thunder, Four and twenty rainG I just walking on the rails, I just keep grinning at the trainC But it don't look too good mamaG Don't look too good for meD C G Oh my cup runneth over But it never seems to satisfy meG Four and twenty blackbirds crowing on a wireG Four and twenty years that I been caught up in desireC But it don't look too good mamaG Don't look too good for meD C G I got one taste of the apple and I wanted the whole damned treeD C G I got one taste of the apple and I wanted the whole damned tree
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Jeffrey Foucault
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