[Verse 1]D A Confuse your muse in a full barD A Crack the code of my Lone StarC# D Channel seven, local newsA I'm out of optionsG It's what I choose [Chorus 1]A I am a salt mineG It's what I chooseA That's what I choose [Verse 2]D A Woke up again with my clothes onD A But haven't yet left the stove onC# D I lost my leg to a Brown RecluseA I was a gold mineG Turned to a salt mine [Chorus 2]A It's what I chooseG I am a salt mineA It's what I choose [Bridge]F# G There's nothing here; it feels like bluesF# G There's nothing here that I don't chooseD C And I'm up for auction if I chooseD C If I don't play then I can't loseA I'll never lose [Outro]C# D I fell in bed with Lot's wifeA G I was a gold mine turned to a salt mineA That's what I chooseG I am a salt mineA I'll never loseG I am a salt mineA That's what I choose
I Am A Salt Mine
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